You will never amount to a thing
Working up courage to ask her out
Boy in a young boys heart did that sting
Always I wanted to prove her wrong
For what part of failure did I belong?
We lived on the poor side of the tracks
I tried to improve all the skills I lacked
I didn't see this girl for a long while
When I did she lost her luster did not beguile
I saw her now and then living in the trailer park
Wondered what happened when times were dark
In the military I proved I served my countries need
I have had some success don't for love have to plead
The fiftieth reunion committee said you might want to come
Thought I would look her up found her in the Memorandum
The Letterman, Blondie curly hair, fourth wife left he is single
He's bald now looking for you he wanted get together and mingle