Way back when In Sixty-seven I was the dandy Of Gamma Chi Sweet things from Boston So young and willing Moved down to Scarsdale Where the hell am I Hey Nineteen No we can't dance together No we can't talk at all Please take me along When you slide on down Hey Nineteen That's 'Retha Franklin She don't remember The Queen of Soul It's hard times befallen The sole survivors She thinks I'm crazy But I'm just growing old Hey Nineteen No we got nothing in common No we can't talk at all Please take me along When you slide on down The Cuervo Gold The fine Colombian Make tonight a wonderful thing No we can't dance together No we can't talk at all