It really shouldn't be this way
I should look over my shoulder and smile on yesterday
And why as I grow older must time surge ahead?
Days don't need to mind me,
I'll just linger back instead

This is not my time
I see some greaser kids out looking for me
I wish I could rewind
And find those dusty days waiting there for me
Records and round cars
Fruity bell boys and cops smoking cigars
And it's easy to be sleazy holding a cherry red electric guitar

Some different days would be nice
Cocktail drinks and ice
I could look over my shoulder...

This is not my time
I see some greaser kids out looking for me
I wish I could rewind
And find those dusty days waiting there for me

Days of decadence are ringing through me
Vintage moments linger on restlessly
Rays of recklessness are ringing through me
Days of decadence, days of decadence