1973

slade

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

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