Nineteen Sixty

I shall never see the world as it used to be In my dream it was 1960 I could fondly see I could see mom blowing smoke at our faces Dad spouting bad remarks about certain races I was there at the table waiting for the bomb As remembered just an unfulfilled alarm It was summer when the fun never ends I was having fun with hula hooping friends Listening to Chubby and acting double bubbly My sister and friend were getting kind of cuddly Young for New York, where the people are so gay I was dancing in my room, twisting the night away I saw women in town as dolled up as they could get And my mom going hep to hip with never a sweat I saw a married man who I knew would often stray I heard he tortured his wife when it was other way I saw proud women, housewives doing their job Men I remember getting killed belonged to the mob I could see it was a year, long gone, when men ruled If you don’t think they still do, you have been fooled