Boston Ball Game, 1967

Boston Ball Game 1967

Hey when            Well hello there baby
the time comes     if you hate it
will you                hate it so much
won't you            Why not leave it
keep your head     maybe try like me too?
In the games        We who were your fathers
of the                  Have shared out all
sunshine?             tomorrows sunshine

Well that              Time is passing baby
time has come       if you let it
and you                it will make you
can't do               do what they want
what you want      Maybe be like them too
now your mind       Those who were our fathers
is not                   Peer from inside their towers
looking                  looking