Before I tell my story
Can you light my cigarette
Thank's
But don't start smoking yourself
It's bad for your health
Okay. Let's go mother
There are old stories
And there are new stories
But there are only some true stories
Hm
What are you makin' of that
Old stories
New Stories
Only a few true stories
So, mom, what's our story
People were young back then
Summer was bliss
Nights were short
Old stories
New Stories
Only a few true stories
So Mom what's our`s
Mom, make a long story short
On that picture
Who is my Dad?
The guy right to you or the other one
Question is, my son
Which would you prefer
Mom
Pass me a cigarette
Old stories
New Stories
Only a few true stories
Mom, you sound like a broken record
The only thing, I can remember
They were brothers
So, either way
It kind of stays in the family
Old stories
New Stories
Only a few true stories
Which would you prefer, son
People were younger
Summer was bliss
Nights were short
That is one of the few true stories