Porcelain face, clear eyes set in blue,
The Hair no barber could tame,
In Love with a girl in the ‘Gamine’ kind of style,
Oh I wish I was eighteen once again.
Trips in the Sun over land and blue sea,
Sangria and a torrent of Spanish Rain,
The ‘Queen’s Jubilee’, ‘ Rock Follies of 77’,
Oh I wish I was eighteen once again.
The dance floor shakes to a Hundred young feet,
Now music never seems quite the same,
A hangover or two was the price we all pay,
Oh I wish I was eighteen once again.
The road lay ahead like a bright Summer’s eve,
No trace of a Cloud was in train,
My Mother and Father have said their Goodbyes,
Oh Lord - I wish I was eighteen once again.