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