Analysis of And What A Time It Was

Yes, I’m a “Baby Boomer,” vintage nineteen fifty six
No “Love Potion No. 9”, so I stayed a flop with chicks
But memories buried so deep in my mind
Like pages in a book of lost time
And what a time it was, now over 40 years ago
For JFK’s funeral everyone cried, this I know
I remember the pounding of the drums
Another change in the world had begun
Because of his vision six years prior to one afternoon
I saw on TV, the man on the moon
I think back to many a younger day
Life as it was back then, and I just a child at play
Just five more minutes in this pile of leaves
And my Superman cape flyin’ in the breeze
How tall am I today?
Would it really matter if I ate another hot fudge sundae?
Riding our bikes in circles, don’t ask why
No where to go, just so happy to ride
And what a time it was, I remember when
A little boy on TV with a bear named Ben
The music on my radio ties it all together
Memories of my youth all connected by lyrical tether
A time tunnel to the future or past
Looking back, how the years ran by so fast
I reminisce of names like Orr, Yaz, and Nance
 Chasing that impossible dream of a Boston victory dance
How eager I was on Saturday nights to drive
Crusin’ in a muscle car till sunrise at five
Roll on and on such memories, live on
Refresh my mind of good times by gone

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