Karaoké It Was a Very Good Year Frank Sinatra

When I was seventeen it was a very good year

It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights

We'd hide from the lights

On the village green

When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs

With all that perfumed hair and it came undone when I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls of independent means

We'd ride in limousines their chauffeurs would drive when I was thirty-five

And now the days are short

I'm in the autumn of the year

And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs

From the brim to the dregs it poured sweet and clear it was a very good year