Westhampton Lyrics

Your mind is the sky but your daddy's in flux

Mouth is just a sewer in the rented black tuxedo

Guy in a speedo running up and down the beach

Some things should obviously stay way out of reach

An infinite grasp upon nothing at all

Drink is going fast with your back against the wall

Every last bottle down the drainpipe of your throat

Give her full throttle while you still have the motorboat

Oh to be young

To be young again

Oh to be young

To be young and to get right down to it

Oh to be young

To be young again

Even if you could be

How much different would you do it?

How many people did he screw on the scheme?

How many millions were flushed into the pipe dream?

How many tears did he shed the day they caught him?

How many years you think all that stolen freedom bought him?

Nothing but a third wheel cramping up the fourth date

Some people don't have a clue how to appreciate

Tired of these trivial exchanges over dinner

Dad is just a gangster and mom is just a gold digger

Oh to be young

To be young again

Oh to be young

To be young and to get right down to it

Oh to be young

To be young again

Even if you could be

How much different would you do it?

Oh to be young

To be young again

Oh to be young

To be young again

Oh to be young

To be young again

Even if you could be

How much different would you do it?

I hate to pour the salt

None of it's your fault

But if you want the truth

Youth is wasted on the youth

I hate to pour the salt

None of it is your fault

But if you want the truth

Youth is wasted on the youth