When I was nine, Michael and I Entered a talent show down at the Y
Nine A.M. went to rehearse by some stairs Mike couldn't sing But I said, "No one cares" We sang "Yellow Bird" and "Let's Go Fly A Kite" Over and over and over Till we got it right
When we emerged from the YMCA Three o'clock sun had made the grass Hey, I thought, Hey, what a way to spend the day Hey, what a way to spend the day
I make a vow, right here and now I'm gonna spend my time this way
When I was sixteen, Michael and I Got parts in West Side At White Plains High
Three o'clock went to rehearse in the gym Mike played Doc, who didn't sing Fine with him
We sang, "gotta rocket in your pocket and the Jets's are gonna have their day tonight" Over and over and over Till we got it right
When we emerged, wiped out by that play Nine o'clock, stars and moon lit the way
I thought, Hey, what a way to spend a day Hey, what a way to spend a day
I made a vow I wonder now Am I cut out to spend my time this way?
With only so much time to spend Don't wanna waste the time I'm given Have it all, play the game Some recommend I'm afraid, it just may be time to give in
I'm twenty-nine, Michael and I Live on the west side of SoHo and Y
Nine A.M. I write a lyric or two Mike sings a song now on Mad Avenue I sing, "come to your senses Defenses are not the way to go" Over and over and over Till I got it right
When I emerge from B Minor or A Five o'clock, diner calls, I'm on my way
I think, Hey, what a way to spend a day Hey, what a way to spend a day
I make a vow Right here and now
I'm gonna spend my time this way I'm gonna spend my time this way