Silly bubbles effervesce
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In the mothball smell of a beaded dress
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The "Oh, you kid"s, the marathons
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The bathtub gin, hungover dawns
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The round-framed picture, the flat straw hat
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The long-nosed roadster at a mile a minute flat
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The bell-bottom pants, the fine silk vest
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Are all tucked away in her cedar chest
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Ah-ha-ha Ah-ha-ha
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Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ah-ah
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Wasn't it a bit like now
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Huh Mom, huh Dad?
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Are all the memories really gone
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Gone of the best darn times
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I'll bet you ever had
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Instead of "groovy" it was "mean"
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And jeepers, it's wild
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It just doesn't seem that different now
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The why's are the same, it's just a question of how
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Doesn't it seem a little bit like now
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I pose this question to your arching brow
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Huh Mom, huh Dad?
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Cosmetic progress intensifies
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The so-cool look in my baby's eyes
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The far-out kids, the kicks they're on
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Obsolete sins, new world's dawn
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Three pictures for a quarter in your Carnaby hat
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Jet-propelled cars on the Bonneville flats
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Slender legs in their paisley best
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All tucked away in her mini-dress
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Wasn't It A Bit Like Now?
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| The Association |
