I think that I shall never see
Another year like ’73.
I turned 18, became a man,
And strutted ’round, so lean and tan.
The drinking age was dropped too far,
And high school lunch was at the bar.
The army turned to volunteer;
The only draft we knew was beer.
I graduated, got employed,
And bought the things that I enjoyed.
Yes, only God can make a tree,
But we were gods in ’73.