100 kites flew in a flock 100 dogs threw up a bark The wheels and pedals of our bikes They spun In mechanic salute the winter sun Pasted poorly above like a glittery Piece of tinfoil Don't you dare fall down If I'm this tired while having fun It makes me worried that something's wrong How much longer will I be young So much stuff that I haven't done On the soggy streets of Budapest On an escape mission from the West We met the remnants of the Welsh invasion It took all our wit and bravery And we had to stop for elevenses So eventuall we chose to embrace them If I'm this tired while having fun It makes me worried that something's wrong How much longer will I be young So much stuff that I haven't done If I'm this tired while having fun It makes me worried that something's wrong How much longer will I be young In another bar, on another street But it really might as well not be We laugh and toast away the nighttime hours And at 6 AM, when I go to sleep All the birds are scowling in at me And I beg them in their mercy to forgive us If I'm this tired while having fun How much longer will I be young