The Fifties - You Blew It!

I’ve stowed away everything

In boxes and old spaces

Trying to keep my senses

The only place I want to be

Is listening to Elvis in the front seat

Faking a life in the fifties

It’s not that I lied

It’s just hard to say that I tried

Ohh…

Ohh…

I just think that it’s about time

That I stopped

Falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes

Just like your brown eyes

The only place I want to be is listening

To Elvis in the front seat

Faking a life in the fifties

Ohh…

Ohh…

I just think that it’s about time that I stopped

Falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes

Just like your brown eyes

Just like your brown eyes

Just like your brown eyes