When you're old and successful,
I'll come around for handouts
And you'll wonder what you
Ever saw in me
When we're old and I'm living
In a box out on the street
I will wonder why I
Never settled down
Oh these days will never be again
These days of memory and rain
Drink up, drink up and partake your youth
Partake the silver cup which will mean
Nothing when you find out who you are
Ten years will pass and I'll
See you at a reunion of our class
And you'll marvel that you had ever
Cried for me
Then you'll go home, maybe
Crack a photo album for a lark
And your children will
Ask you who I was
Oh these days will never be again
These days of memory and rain
Drink up, drink up and partake your youth
Partake the silver cup which will mean
Nothing when you find out who you are
Then one day I'll call you up
And I'll ask to speak with
Your by-now-unfamiliar maiden name
And your child will pick up
And be at first confused till
He or she recalls that that used to be
Who you were
Oh these days will never be again
These days of memory and rain
Drink up, drink up and partake your youth
Partake the silver cup which will mean
Nothing when you find out who you are
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