I remembered how an old book’s Chapter One
Said don’t be alone, my fair dear son
Oh yes, me old mate,
Once upon a time,
I’d find a nice party,
I’d sip a fine wine.
I’d meet some nice girls.
I’d have a nice time,
Way back then, son,
Way back when...
Once upon a chapter, I was oh such a lad.
I wandered like a sailor, party to party,
From the ocean tossed, lusting to be had,
Lusty for girls who were lusty and hearty,
Nice girls at concerts, nice girls on trains,
I haunted the streets and the late night scenes,