Look at this photograph,
everytime I do it makes me laugh.
How did our eyes get so red,
and what the hell is on Joey's head.
And this is where I grew up,
I think the present owner fixed it up.

I never knew we ever went without,
the second florr was high for sneaking out.

Every memory of lookin' out the back door,
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor,
It's hard to say it, time to say it,
Good-bye good-bye.