I was born in the fifties
Only black and white TV
I could smell roast beef on Sundays
And at night ‘I Love Lucy’

There was fog in October
There were summers in the sun
I remember mostly good times
Lots of laughter, lots of fun


What have we done, where have we been?
No voice to be heard, no face to be seen
Where are the years, where did they go?
Just like they say, you reap what you sow

We went down to Tin Pan Alley
With our first recorded song
We said ‘Hello’ to John Lennon
He said ‘Good Morning’ then walked on


No-one’s getting any younger
And my children have moved on
It’s me and the girl next door
She was the ‘Lady’ in my song.