Thirty-three: we made it, baby
Let's take our helicopters for a ride
Oh, this land will be so be pretty
Once we've pushed these peasants into the sea
And we'll be golfing for our charities
Playing bingo with our memories
They always kiss my ass
When I live in the past
And I'm lost inside ...
The best years of our lives
The best years of our lives
Our lives
Our lives
