Twenty Years Latеr

It happened twenty years ago,
That dancing was the best place to go,
Well, we were Greg, Al, Touch and Paul,
We took to blues and drinking foam,
We did “A Nothing Blue” at school,
And girls kept saying that was somewhat cool,
Yeh, that was cool!
And yesterday I called Greg
(He’s just returned from Winniepeg),
And yesterday I called Al
(He still calls me Phil and he’s my best pal),
And yesterday I called Touch
( Well Touch is half-English and half-Dutch),
Well yesterday I said to myself
“Well, Paul, it’s time to come out of your  shell!”
So we gathered here to sing  a song
To play Al’s saxy saxophone,
To sing my sexy baritone,
And nothing now will stop this song,
We do “A Nothing Blue” again,
And I turn on the maximum gain,
Yeh, this is fine!
So, Greg is doing perfectly fine
(He must have been bitten beat all his life),
And Al is doing his sax well as well
(Well, Al had been training for years to swell),
Well, Touch – a magician in doing the blues
(He always drinks juice when he does the blues)
Your obedient servant’s playing bass
(I learned playing bass in an extra pace)…
It happened twenty years ago,
That dancing was the best place to go,
Well, we were Greg, Al, Touch and Paul,
We took to blues and drinking foam,
We did “A Nothing Blue” at school,
And girls kept saying that was somewhat cool,
Yeh, that was cool!