Baby Boomer's 

When we were younger those fun times we had

Got in some trouble but weren't considered Bad

The cue stick, the table, shooting some pool

 Thinking your the best and always would rule

The fake ID, drinking Colt 45

A fueling liquid , that made you feel alive

Cruising  the streets in a new pair of wheels

Picking up chicks was no big deal

The Junior Prom, the Senior Ball

All night party's until the big fall

A pack of LUCKYS rolled up in your T

That tattoo on your arm, wanting all to see

We thought we were bad and had lots to say

Hair slicked back forming that DA

The comb in back pocket, the holes in our jeans

Girls in their mini's making them scream

Those submarine races, windows all steamed

You were so cool and wanted to be seen

Another notch on the handle, bragging to all

Not a worry in the world when the fuzz did call

Saturday nite drive-in's, burgers and fries

Holding your sweetheart, telling her lies

Arms around her, undoing her strap

Red on your face, feeling her slap

We lived in the country, in a small town

Those were our Happy Day's, that was our ground

It's fun to remember those day's and times

Funnier memories, one will not find

©Chuck Preston 4-2000