Give me red shoes, a yo-yo that sleeps
A catcher’s mitt or a skateboard
The time to relax, was all day long
Cause there was nothing to be late for
The neighborhood, gathered around
For a game of hide-and-seek
Run as fast as you can, don’t forget to remind them
They’re not allowed to peek
Whatever happened to young?
Cause I feel old right now
Give me a blue van, a Friday night
A little bit of grass and a six-pack
Fire in a can, beer bong in hand
An abandoned street and a cul-de-sac
Laugh all night, watch for the cops
Go to Landon’s if they’re called
The biggest problem we had then,
Was how we would get alcohol
Whatever happened to young?
Cause I feel old right now
When can I say, “When you’re my age?”
When can I have good-old-days
Cause “old” is a state of mind
Some measure with age and time
There’s always something I will wonder
Whatever happened to young?
Cause I feel old right now