(Verse 1)   Sunday afternoon in a corner booth   My son was squirming in his high chair   My daughter had mashed potatoes in her hair   When a sweet old man with wrinkled hands   Said, "What beautiful babies you have,   Just had to come over and tell you that    These right here are the golden years      (Chorus)   The first steps when they stumble, first words that they mumble   First ball that they fumble, and they try to hide the tears   Her Cinderella palace, the bike he learns to balance   Take a look around, yeah, right now are the golden years      (Verse 2)   He said, "You're gonna blink, and he'll be seventeen   He'll have a hot date, wanna borrow your keys   He'll be growing one of those crazy goatees   And daddy's little girl, with pretty blonde curls   Will be wearing mascara and talkin' on the phone   And all the little boys won't leave her alone   And you'll look back here, these golden years      (Repeat Chorus)      (Bridge)   So take too many pictures and don't forget to laugh   Right now you don't know it but someday you'll look back at the      (Repeat Chorus)