Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Well the old world may be dead
Our parents can't understand
But I still love my parents
And I still love the old world
Oh, I had a New York girlfriend
And she couldn't understand how I could
Still love my parents and still love the old world
So I told her:
I want to keep my place in the old world
Keep my plave in the arcane
'Cause I still love my parents and I still love the old world
Alright
I say old world
I say old world
I say
Well I see a '50's apartment house
Bleak in the morning sun
But I still love the '50's
And I still love the old world
I wanna keep my place in the old world
Keep my place in the arcane
'Cause I still love my parents and I still love the old world
Alright
I see the '50's apartment house
It's bleak in the 1970's sun
But I still love the '50's
And I still love the old world
I wanna keep my place in this old world
Keep my place in the arcane knowledge
And I still love the '50's and I still love the old world
Alright now we say bye bye old world
Gotta help the new world
Oh bye bye
I say bye bye bye bye old world