Eighteen For a Week

Oh to be eighteen again Just for a week No more morning pain No more feeling weak All the fun I could have Party into the early hours Play footy with the lads Buy a sweetheart flowers Oh to be sweet eighteen Feeling fit as a butchers dog It's ages since I was a teen Grey hairs, I got a lot wrinkles on my face Liver spots on my hands Struggling to stand straight To be eighteen would be grand I have my memories Although they're faint From in my teens I was far from a saint Sat in my comfy seat Glasses on my nose Hearings not so sweet Face as red as a rose Oh to be eighteen again Only for a week I could feel healthy again Not mild and meek