European maids, hard to ignore
You, me and the boys, barred from the shore

Fresh-faced imbeciles, laughing at me
Ive been laughing myself, is that so hard to see?
Do I have to spell each letter out, honestly!
If theres no room for laughter theres no room for me

Try looking at you, rather than me
No truth is in here, its all fantasy

Since the last time we met Ive been through
About seven hundred changes and thats just a few
And the changes all tend to be something to do
But youve got to believe thaytheyre all done for you

Chorus: youll think its tragic when that moment arrives
Ah, but its magic, its the best years of our lives

Lost now for the words to tell you the truth
Please banter with me the banter of youth

If I knew how to say it Id say it for you
If I knew how to whisper Id whisper,for you
If I knew how to waltz Id get up and dance for you
If t thought I could run Id come running to you

Ive discovered now how to be fair
This 1 could teach you if only I dare

The only conclusion 1ve reached in my life
Is that if I should die I should die-by the knife
Since its only a matter of courage all right,
Die a man or a martyr, the two would be nice, so nice

Chorus: youll think its tragic when that moment arrives
Ah, but its magic, its the best years of our lives