Lyrics
Way back when, in '67
I was a dandy of Gamma Chi
Sweet things from Boston
Young and willing
Moved down to Scarsdale
Where the hell am I?
No, we can't dance together
No, we can't talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on down
Hey Nineteen
That's 'Retha Franklin
She don't remember the Queen of Soul
It's hard times befallen the sole survivors
She thinks I'm crazy, I'm just growing old
No, we got nothing in common
No, we can't talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on down
That's right
One thing I want you to remеmber
As we go through the night is uh
You gotta, stake a little lower now, you know
The Cuervo Gold (Again)
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing
The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing
Say it again yeah
The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian (fine Colombian)
Make tonight a wonderful thing
No, we can't dance together
No, we can't talk at all
Please take me along
Slide on down