Big Beat

If my life gets a little bit longer
If my case gets a little bit stronger
If my jokes get a little bit younger
Younger
Back to the days when we were young
I see the pictures in magazines
I need the people as they used to be

So I just close my eyes
And the years go drifting by

So I just close my eyes again
Oh again, again, again
Oh again, again, again

This is a very big problem
I feel one thousand years old
I'm getting low on money

So I just close my eyes
And the years go drifting by

So I just close my eyes again
Oh again, again, again
Oh again, again, again

Father is out of work
Mother is on the street
Father is out of work
Mother is on the street

Again, again, again
Oh again, again, again

I see the buildings and people
I see the hum of the poles
They get low on money

So I just close my eyes
And the years go drifting by

So I just close my eyes again
Oh again, again, again
Oh again, again, again
Oh again, again, again
Oh again, again, again

I see the pictures in magazines
I need the people as they used to be
I see the people in the magazines
I need the people as they used to be
I see the people in the magazines
I need the people as they used to be