text: Its the sad-eyed goodbye
  Yesterday moments I remember
  Its the bleak street
  Weak-kneed partings I recall
  Its the mistier mist, the hazier days
  The brighter sun and the easier lays
  Theres all the more reason
  For laughing and crying
  When youre younger
  And life isnt too hard at all
  Its the fantastic drowse
  Of the afternoon Sundays
  That bored you to rages of tears
  The unending pleadings
  To waste all your good times
  In thoughts of your middle-aged years
  Its a vertical hold
  All the things that youre told
  For the everyday hero
  It all turns to zero
  And theres all the more reason
  For living or dying
  When youre young
  And your troubles are all very small
  Out here on the street
  Wed gather and meet
  And scuff up the sidewalk
  With endlessly restless feet
  And half of the time
  Wed broaden our minds more
  In the pool hall than we did
  In the school hall
  With the downtown
  Chewing-gum bums
  Watching the nightlife
  The lights and the fun
  Never wanted to be the boy next door
  Always thought Id be something more
  But it ain’t easy for a smalltown boy
  It ain’t easy at all
  Thinkin it right, doin it wrong
  Its easier from an armchair
  Waves of alternatives wash at my sleepiness
  Have my eggs poached
  For breakfast I guess
  I think Ill be Clint Eastwood
  Oh no, Jimi Hendrix, he was good
  Lets try William the Conqueror
  Now who else do I like?
  Brian May