There are twenty years to go,
And twenty ways to know,
Who will wear,
Who will wear the hat.

There are twenty years to go,
The best of all I hope,
Enjoy the ride,
The medicine show.

And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
We need to concentrate,
On more than meets the eye.

There are twenty years ago
The faithful and the low,
The best of starts,
The broken heart, the stone.

There are twenty years to go,
The [bad word] and the blow,
The worst of starts,
The mercy part, the phone.

And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
We need to concentrate,
On more than meets the eye.

And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
But it's you I take,
Because you're the [bad word] not I.

There are twenty years to go,
golden age I know,
But all will pass,
And end too fast you know.

There are twenty years to go,
And many friends I hope,
Though some may hold the rose,
Some hold the rope.

That's the end,
And that's the start of it.
That's the whole,
And that's the part of it.
That's the high,
And that's the heart of it.
That's the long,
And that's the short of it.
That's the best,
And that's the test in it.
That's the doubt,
The doubt, the [bad word] in it.
That's the sight,
And that's the sound of it.
That's the gift,
And that's the trick in it.

You're the [bad word] Not I.
You're the [bad word] not I.
You're the [bad word] not I.
You're the [bad word] not I.
You're the [bad word] not I.
You're the [bad word] not I.
You're the [bad word] not I.
You're the [bad word] not I.