When I was 17 It was a very good year It was a very good year For small-town girls and soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights On the village green When I was 17 When I was 21 It was a very good year It was a very good year For city girls who lived up the stair With all that perfumed hair And it came undone When I was 21 Then I was 35 It was a very good year It was a very good year For blue-blooded girls of independent means We'd ride in limousines That their chauffeurs would drive When I was 35 But now the days are short I'm in the autumn of my years And I think of my life As vintage wine from fine old kegs From the brim to the dregs And it poured sweet and clear It was a very good year

She sets her alarm Five minutes to midnight And wakes just in time To greet the new year Remembers the kisses Remembers the laughter And all thats gone away She shuffles around Turning the lights on Goes to the kitchen Gets the champagne Opens the window And wrapped in a blanket Begins to count and wait 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Happy new year Happy new year They say you can hear it Over the island Starting in Times Square And spreading throughout A roar like the ocean It comes from a distance Grows louder then turns quiet She sits in a dream Or in a memory While old convernations Play in her ears Sometimes the minutes Feel longer than hours Some days feel long as years Shes just glad she gets to be around To see a nother spring come to this town Happy new year Happy new year To you She sets her alarm Five minutes to midnight And wakes just in time To say her goodbyes Thanking the old year For all it has brought her No mention of the things it took away She shuffles around Turning the lights out Closes the window Checks on the locks Folds up the blanket Empties the bottle And leaves it in the hallway dark She's just glad she gets to be around To see another spring come to this town Happy New Year x6 To you Happy new year x6 To you

Never been a millionaire And I tell you, mama, I don? t care Never gonna own a race-horse Or a fast back mid-engine Porsche Don? t think I? ll own a private jet On the stock exchange, I? m no threat So won? t you help me make up my mind? Don? t you think I? d better get myself back home? Oh yeah Sitting in the moonlight glow Excuse me if my feelings show Watching all the trucks roll by Dreaming up an alibi You see, back home I? m considered the fool But maybe they? re right, I don? t know So can? t you help make up my mind? Don? t you think I? d better get myself back home? Who cares Daddy says he? ll buy me car To drive just as far as I need He wants me back at any expense He? s got a lot more money than sense Funny but now that I? m gone They all wanna be concerned Oh, please can you make up my mind Don? t you think I? d better get myself back home? Just don? t know what to do, oh yeah Maybe I? ll walk, maybe I? ll ride Maybe I? ll never ever decide Get out the way I gotta get on home Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah I gotta get home as soon as I can I gotta get home as soon as I can I gotta get home as soon as I can, oo