Nothing in this world will last forever
And soon you'll reminisce, "Where are they now?".
And any dream that lives past adolescence
Man's pre-planned obsolescence won't allow.
Can you imagine living in L.A. then
With a kiddie park right there in our backyard?
From La Cienega to San Vicente
Was heaven on Beverly Boulevard.
Oh, I still get misty when the memories jog or maybe it's the smog.
The latchkey kingdom kids frozen in photographic history
On the trains and ponies at Beverly Park.
What a time to be a teen romancing.
Amusement parks make such bemusing dates.
With Watergate and Vietnam and Manson
The bad news barely made it through the gate.
Well, it might've only been a rundown fair ground
With flea-bit ponies and some rotten rides.
Where cotton candy flowed like Polyester
And so do all my yesterdays
Just like the scarecrow and the train collide.
Oh, I still get misty when the memories jog or maybe it's the smog.
The latchkey kingdom kids frozen in photographic history
On the trains and ponies at Beverly Park.
Carpools were arranged to take us to the game:
Orange wedges, halftime happy faces.
Sundays we would spend, every other weekend,
Giddy kids with guilty fathers' new girlfriends.
They lied when they said that they would reopen.
We cried and hoped and prayed from spring to fall
But nothing stops that progress wheel from turning
And when we all returned
They had replaced it with a big, brown, shopping mall.
Oh, I still get misty when the memories jog or maybe it's the smog.
The latchkey kingdom kids frozen in photographic history
On the trains and ponies at Beverly Park.
Oh, I still get misty when the memories jog, it's gotta be the smog.
The latchkey kingdom kids frozen in photographic history
On the trains and ponies at Beverly Park.
Take me back to Beverly Park.