I am just a poor boyThough my story’s seldom toldI have squandered my resistanceFor a pocketful of mumblesSuch are promisesAll lies and jestStill a man hears what he wants to hearAnd disregards the rest
GOOD TIMES GOING FORWARD
The good times ahead aren’t for everybody. They may not be for the people who voted for the good timing man. Getting on toward seventy this year, I expect to hear all about it. What’s it going to sound like going forward? You’ve heard it before: