When I was just fourteen, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for Blue Ribbon beer in the cold long necks
We'd steal thenm from the fridge
And get loaded on the ridge
It was some very good beer

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When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year
I could go into bars without ever using my fake ID
I'd throw down rum and Coke
Until I nearly choked
It was some very good stuff

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When i was thirty-five, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for trombone players who drank vodka and grapefruit
I'd play out on my slide
And then fall on my backside
It was a very good mix

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But now I'm fifty-five, I'm married, teaching, and I'm old
And no matter how I try, I just can't party like I used to do
And the schnapps here in my glass
It jumps out and kicks my a**
I miss those very good years