Grease

We′ve been here before
In a gravel lot
By the back doorWe move the same
And we say the same things
And the same song plays on the radio
Whoa whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa
Time for the show
And the road was long and slow
And I'm growing old
I was a boy not long ago
What happens to youth?
What happened to truth?
What happened to me?
This song won′t change a thing
No, but the people want it all
The dancing bear, the bouncing ball

Oh, I hope they want it all
Or the same song plays on the radio
Whoa whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa
Time for the show
And the road was long and slow
And I'm growing old
And the highways take a toll

Time for the show
And the road was long and slow
And I'm growing old
I was a boy not long ago

Whoa whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa
Whoa whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa