I'm just a schoolboy from nineteen sixty-eight

Moving through life at an incredible rate

 

I’m getting older on the outside every day

But on the inside I’ve not aged a single day

 

I like to have a few beers down at my local bar

But every time the barmaid smiles in my direction

 

I realise I’m just a grown up schoolboy

Who’s sadly lacking in articulation.

 

My back hurts when I get out of bed

Shouldn’t this be happening to someone else instead?

 

I wish I could run and wasn’t so overweight

Unlike that schoolboy from nineteen sixty-eight.

 

I used to swim and run and ride my bike fast

But that kind of thing’s all in the past

 

Bobby Kennedy and Apollo eight

Are the things I remember from sixty-eight

 

Bike rides, tree swings and secret dens

All seen from a distance with a telephoto lens

 

Some of the things I couldn’t see came in due course

Mortgages, work, and stuff like divorce

 

I’ve answered the questions and I’m resigned to my fate

That of me and the schoolboy from nineteen sixty-eight

 

I’m getting older on the outside every day

But on the inside I’ve not aged a single day

 

I’m still a schoolboy from nineteen sixty eight

Moving through life at an incredible rate