Oh, I wish I had my baby soul
and didn’t have no place to go.
I’ve grown so eld here on a roll,
my swell is now on overload.
I wish I had my baby soul,
would kinda be like days of old.
Memba times bygone we took a stroll?
Our world was wide and we had goals.
Oh, I wish I had my baby soul,
down the river with a pole.
The bliss of youth still takes its toll,
and start and stop soon are whole.