Those Blue Jean Summers

We owned the world, we owned the sun They were blue-jean summers, jam-packed with fun Way back when I was nine or ten How great it was to be a kid! Where knees fell down, and bums would skid Down asphalt roads, when life was good We called ourselves blue denim twins Summer mornings, flies were buzzin'. Grab our bikes, and take a ride And eat our lunch 'neath steel blue skies Wipe sticky hands on blue jean thighs Drink a gulp of Lipton tea Sweetened with love, for you and me The radio played those Elvis songs A "send-off" smile, a day for fun Running down the road, one mishap or a fall... Band-aid & bubble gum, soon fixed our frowns A patch on your skin and one on your jeans We wore them with honor, but, we were teased! Skating down the sidewalk, going clickity-clack Stepping on the cracks will break your mother's back Later playing jacks, counting threes and fours Sitting cross legged on the kitchen floor When dinner was ready, we'd be in luck Spaghetti to twirl, and peach short cake We owned the sun, we owned the world Those blue jean summers, when we were friends… +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++