I think that I shall never see

Another year like ’73.

I turned 18, became a man,

And strutted ’round, so lean and tan.

The drinking age was dropped too far,

And high school lunch was at the bar.

The army turned to volunteer;

The only draft we knew was beer.

I graduated, got employed,

And bought the things that I enjoyed.

Yes, only God can make a tree,

But we were gods in ’73.