Ba Da Da Da Da! Da Da Da Music like fine wine, baby It only gets better with age Back issues of Rolling Stone I'm ripping out all the pages 'Cause it's all been done before by now If it gets better I don't know how What's the sense in even trying Call it 'good' but you know they're lying I guess that this is it, my friends It comes full-circle in the end Look in the mirror what do I see Lou Reed circa 1973 I got the denim pants and jacket Moptop haircut - so attractive The past repeats until it pa**es All I ask is that you please don't make fun of my Buddy Holly gla**es The kids are alright now, baby Right now with no yesterdays Keep up appearances now It's a hell of a job, but it pays To know what was a hit before Who says you can't cash-in once more Cynical and calculated Your brand-new sound's already dated Hey Hey Hey That's what I say 'Cause you know this is it, my friends It comes full-circle in the end Look in the mirror what do I see Lou Reed circa 1973 I got the denim pants and jacket Moptop haircut - so attractive The past repeats until it pa**es All I ask is that you please don't make fun of my Buddy Holly gla**es Ba Da Da Da Da! Da Da Da