To me this is a life style and not some silly trend
And years from now when they’re all gone
I pray that we’re still friends
In the sand at Gilgo beach
In the year two thousand and sixteen
I’ll be 42 and so will you
In our chairs right by the sea
Faded tatoos on our legs and back
And our feet are buried in the sand
I just bought a microphone for my kid
'cause she’s tryin' out for a band
«the time is now, the time is here»
This times forever am i clear-stop-go!