Robbie Williams – It Was A Very Good Year
When I was seventeen,
it was a very good year
It was a very good year for small
town girls and soft summer nights
We’d hide from the light on the village green
when I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for city
girls who lived up the stairs
With perfume hair that came undone
when I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded
girls of independent means
We’d ride in limousines Their chauffeurs
would drive when I was thirty-five
But now the days are short, I’m in the
autumn of the year
and now I think of my life as vintage
wine from fine old kegs
>From the brim to the dregs It poured
sweet and clear It was a very good year