Em 7 7 8 8 9 7
Saturday morning and it's time to go
One of these could be the days but who could'a known
Loadin' in the back of a pick-up truck
Ridin' with the boys and pushing their luck
Singin' songs loud on the way to the game
Wishing all the things could still be the same
China's homeruns over the backstop
Ke kua on the barb and soda pop
We used to laugh a lot
But only because we thought
That everything good always would remain
Nothing gonna change there's no need to complain
Sunday morning and this time they're going
Been raining all night so everybody knows
Over to the field for tackle football
Big hits, big hats, yeah give me the ball
Rain is pouring, touchdown scoring
Keep on rolling, never boring
Karma, karma, karma chameleon
We're talking kinda funny from helium
We used to laugh a lot
But only because we thought
That everything good always would remain
Nothing gonna change there's no need to complain
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Monday morning and this time they're going
Wet trunks and schoolbooks and sand on my toes
Do anything you can to dodge the bus-stop blues
They're driving a padidle with a burnt-out fuse
My best friend Kenny wants to go with you
So meet him by the sugar mill after school
My best friend Kimmy wants to go with you
Meet her by the sugar mill after school
We used to laugh a lot
But only because we thought
That everything good always would remain
We used to laugh a lot
But only because we thought
That everything good always would
Everything good always would remain