Back when my hair was short   I was a white-socked sport   Wore pointed shoes and pegged pants   Drank till my eyes were red   Hid Playboy 'neath my bed   Slicked my "D.A." for the dance   (When you dance, when you da-a-ance)      Back when my hair was short   I met some friends in court   For stealing hubcaps from cars   Chain smoking under the stars   Played all night pinball in bars      And dreamed about love   (Lo-o-o-o-o-o-ove)   We were experts on love   We talked our way all around it   And even if we had found it   We couldn't respond      Slowly, I changed my ways   College and long-haired days   Seeing three concerts a week   An honest to God hippie freak   Too busy eating to speak      Except about love   (Lo-o-o-o-o-o-ove)   We held rallies for love   But no one knew what they stood for   How many months were they good for   The meaning is gone      Soon when my hair is short   I'll make a full report   Of how I came back alive   (Came back, came back alive)   And what it takes to survive   Wringing the truth out of jive      I'll tell you of love   (Lo-o-o-o-o-o-ove)   More than ever, it's love   No lack of faith undermines it   'Cause its the hope that we'll find it   That makes us go on      Back when my hair was short   I was a white-socked sport   Holding beer parties till three   College appealed to me   Eastern Philosophy...