It would be so nice to see you, my old friend Are you still singing that same old song? Has your days been treating you well? Are the nights still cold as hell? It would be so nice to hear from you again
I hear all the old folks are gone, I guess we're the ones now That's the way it goes, those crowded days are behind us now
May your backside catch the wind May you have many more days to spend
We always knew those days would forever last And all those friends we had would never pass But they did and the numbers grow small Like to see you again sometime I'll try to call, my old friend
May your backside catch the wind May you have many more days to spend