I was a young man back in the 1960s.   Yes, you made your own amusements then,   For going to the pictures;   Well, the travel was hard, and I mean   We still used the wheel.   But you could sit down at your table   And eat a real food meal.      But hey, you young people, well I just do not know,   And I can't even understand you   When you try to talk slow.      There was one fellow singing in those days,   And he was quite good, and I mean to say that   His name was Bob Dylan, and I used to do gigs too   Before I made my first million.   That was way, way back before,   before wild World War Three,   When England went missing,   And we moved to Paraguayee.      But hey, you young people, I just do not know,   And I can't even understand you   When you try to talk slow.      Well, I got a secret, and don't give us away.   I got some real food tins for my 91st birthday,   And your grandmother bought them   Way down in the new antique food store,   And for beans and for bacon, I will open up my door.      But hey, you young people, well I just do not know,   And I can't even understand you   When you try to talk slow.      Well, I was a young man back in the 1960s.