The Trouble With Youth - Say Hi

That’s the trouble with youth, it’s all wasted and abused

And you never get to sing the blues

No you never get to sing the blues

So come on, come on now, let me grow old soon

Yeah come on, come on now

Won’t you let me grow old soon?

Won’t you let me grow old soon?

Won’t you let me grow old soon?

Won’t you let me grow old soon?

That’s the thing about you, you’re all sweet, but not a bit cruel

You’re all steps without the stoop

And your feet they don’t yet fit your shoes

So come on, come on now, let me grow old soon

Yeah come on, come on now

Won’t you let me grow old soon?

Won’t you let me grow old soon?

Won’t you let me grow old soon?

Won’t you let me grow old soon?