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I've seen the lights of candles, forty.
I saw the house lights turned down low.
Life goes on beyond the party hats.
They all got a buses' pass and rode them long ago.

We held a party in New Brunswick
to watch the Raritan bridges glow.
They turned their voices high.
Don't have to wonder why.
Because I've hit the Big Four-Oh!

Whoa whoa whoa whoa...

I've seen the lights of candles, forty.
I saw the ruins, head to feet.
You know we almost did not notice it
because of all the teams... I've seen the Yankees beat.

They burned the candles on the table
like in that wish got from Al Gore.
The flames were everywhere.
But no one really cared.
I'd always blown them out before.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa...

Was born in hippie days of Woodstock.
When names like Che and Skyfarer stood tall.
That would have been assault-and-battery.
Such names, I'm glad my Mom and Dad rejected all.

Was born in year of Mets' big "Miracle"
but picked the Yankees, good for me.
The video games I'd play.
Rejected Reagan's way.
And cruised the shore in New Jersey.

Oh whoa whoa whoa...

Oh whoa whoa whoa...

You know those lights of candles, forty
mean I was born so long ago.
Before there's big-league ball in Florida.
Before the Internet was where song parodies go.

There are a few who still remember.
Not sure how long they will survive.
I tell you all about
how long I'm hanging out
and hope that you'll give me a five...

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