Same story, same place, same bar
Same people who come in, consume, then go
I don't know what I'm doing here, I'll step out a bit
And I see the car headlights staring at me
And they seem to ask me who we're looking for
The golden years of the great Real
The years of Happy Days and Ralph Malph
The years of huge groups of friends
The years on a moped, always two of us
The years of 'Movies were so great'
The years of Roy Rogers jeans
The years of 'Whatever you do'
The years of 'Take it easy, we're here'
Same story, same place, same bar
A couple I know, they're about my age
How's it going? They say hi
So I see the rings on both their fingers
Damn, that could've been me a few years ago
The golden years of the great Real
The years of Happy Days and Ralph Malph
The years of huge groups of friends
The years on a moped, always two of us
The years of 'Movies were so great'
The years of Roy Rogers jeans
The years of 'Whatever you do'
The years of 'Take it easy, we're here'
Same story, same place, same bar
They're almost closing, then I'll go home
Time passes for everyone, you know
Nobody will bring it back, not even us
The golden years of the great Real
The years of Happy Days and Ralph Malph
The years of huge groups of friends
The years on a moped, always two of us
The years of 'Movies were so great'
The years of Roy Rogers jeans
The years of 'Whatever you do'
The years of 'Take it easy, we're here'