I was nearly someone back in the day
I was in the lower reaches of the hit parade
In between the pages of some stupid magazines
Posing in a jacket that I wouldn't be seen
Dead in or fit in today
I was out of time I was out of step
Singing out of tune with some band that didn't get
The pictures, the poetry though they said they liked the songs
And they always sang along
Though they usually got the words wrong
They did my head in
If I'd known then what I know now
But everybody says that – it's a fool's game
I wouldn't do it different I'd just do it all again
I'd take my turn I'd stand in line for groundhog day
I'd do it all again for another crack at the hit parade
Oh what do you think?
I was pretty
I was thin
I was several shades of green
And every day I saw things that I wished I'd never seen
I couldn't tell kings and queens from aces hearts and jacks
I didn't know Cracker Barrel from a shotgun shack
And every day I saw things that I wished I'd never seen
And every day I saw things turned me several shades of green
If I'd known then what I know now
But everybody says that – it's a fool's game
I wouldn't do it different I'd just do it all again
I'd take my turn I'd stand in line for groundhog day
I'd do it all again for a...
I don't know why I'd do all that again
Just for the sheer THRILL
Of doing it all again
Yeah – sock it to me