Lyrics

[Verse 1] Tears on the sleeve of a man Don't want to be a boy today I heard the eternal footman Bought himself a bike to race [Pre-Chorus] And Greg he writes letters and burns his CDs They say you were something in those formative years Hold onto nothing as fast as you can [Chorus] Well, still, pretty good year Pretty good [Verse 2] Maybe a bright sandy beach Is gonna bring you back, back, back Maybe not, so now you're off You're gonna see America Well let me tell you something about America [Chorus] Pretty good year A-ha, pretty good [Bridge] Some things are melting now Some things are melting now Well, hey, what's it gonna take Till my baby's alright? What's it gonna take Till my baby's alright? [Pre-Chorus] Greg, he writes letters with his birthday pen Sometimes he's aware that they're drawing him in Lucy was pretty, your best friend agreed [Chorus] Well, still, pretty good year A-ha, pretty good A-ha, pretty good year