Penny Arcade
It was a different era, a different time
No hills too big for us to climb
We fit into the roles we played
And spent our summers in the penny arcade
The smell of popcorn all buttered up
Soda in a waxed paper cup
Skeet ball cost a nickel a game
Summers will never be the same
We saved the tickets to earn a prize
There was love and laughter in our eyes
We’d pick out of the pond a plastic duck
Chinese handcuffs, just my luck
Pitching pennies at those colored dishes
Closing our eyes and making wishes
Just across the aisle from the candy bars
You could get eight by tens of movie stars
Put our face to the viewer, a nickel we’d pay
Turn the handle and a cartoon would play
Try three shots with a basketball
Pinball machines up against the wall
A Machine that tells you if your love is true
And a shocker to see if you’re a strong man too
I love to think back of the games we played
And of summer days in the Penny Arcade.
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