To me this is a life style and not some silly trend And years from now when they're all gone I pray that we're still friends In the sand at Gilgo beach In the year two thousand and sixteen I'll be 42 and so will you In our chairs right by the sea Faded tattoos on our legs and back And our feet are buried in the sand I just bought a microphone for my kid 'Cause she's tryin' out Tryin' out for a band This is a life style not a trend And years from now I pray that we're still friends Faded tattoos on our legs and back And our feet are buried in the sand I just bought a microphone for my kid 'Cause she's tryin' out Tryin' out for a band "The time is now" "The time is here" This times forever Am I clear? Stop Go