Way back when in 67  I was the dandy  Of Gamma Chi  Sweet things from Boston  So young and willing  Moved down to Scarsdale  And where the hell am I    Hey Nineteen  No we can't dance together  No we can't talk at all  Please take me along  When you slide on down    Hey Nineteen  That's 'Retha Franklin  She don't remember the Queen of Soul  It's hard times befallen  The sole survivors  She thinks I'm crazy  But I'm just growing old    Hey Nineteen  No we got nothing in common  No we can't talk at all  Please take me along  When you slide on down    The Cuervo Gold  The fine Columbian  Make tonight a wonderful thing  We can't dance together  No we can't talk at all