They told me sport cars
And girls would be beautiful
If only I worked in this field
So I enrolled in their school
And I learned all the rules
I got me a job in computers
Now the money is ok
And the work sure is fine
Sport cars and girls are beautiful
but not mine
You see dealers aren’t impressed
With micros and diskettes
And the girls well I guess it just me
Last week in my easy chair
The newspapers told me
Blue skies fun and tennis
On this island for free
So I hopped on a plane
Arrived at noon
The sky was black
But the rain really felt good
That night in the dance hall
Went down for a drink
The joint was really jumping but
not with my kind
You see the men folk were dancing
cheek to cheek
And when they played ol’ Willy
they even got close
You can’t always believe, everything that you read
Especially in those picture magazines
It used to be a time, if it was print it was fine
But now, well I guess it’s just me
Today on the telephone
While I was away
My baby told me forever we'll stay
When I got back home
All my furniture was gone
Just a not on my door
Saying goodbye sucker you're alone
Six short years
We were surely one
Whenever separated
Our hearts were together
In six short years
We had a few fights
No more than usual
I swore things were all right
Now that she is gone
I've read this before
No guarantees in life
Least worth fighting for
Take what you can get
While you can get it
And the next time around
Step up ask for more
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