To Be a Young Man

I was once a virtuous man
Now stealing’s all I’ve got
I was once a handsome brute
Had models had the lot
My entourage was huge
And everywhere we’d go
Silly ones would follow
Cause we were in the know
Oh to be a young man again
Oh to be a young man again
We never spoke of aspirations
Instead we made and worked and did
But there were hopes and dreams
That we locked up and hid
Now we’re stuck in nine to fives
A monotonous routine
And any hope we had
Seems distant and obscene
Oh to be a young man again
Oh to be a young man again
You don’t know what I would give
To be a young man
A young man again
Oh to be a young man again