LYRICS GAME

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'

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'

We're here

Same story, same place, same bar

They're almost closing, then I'll go home

Only her in front of me

What do you want?

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'

We're here