It was all for you and me
Now it's just a memory
Wood-panel basement
Entertainment century

And I thought you had it made
Way back in the seventh grade
Days that we all wasted
In the video arcade

So just kick off your shoes
There's nothin' left to do

It's so nice to see you here
I thought that I had lost you there
It's so nice to see you
And I'm alright

So your glory days are spent
But's mine's not happened yet
Or did I lose 'em
In a cloud of gin and cigarettes

And I thought you had it made
Way back in eleventh grade
Days that we were wasted
In the video arcade

So just kick off your shoes
There's nothin' left to do