I was excited as a lad About the tattoo, that my uncle had It was an anchor about his arm Reminded him of this fatherland It's not as bright, it's not as clear As on the day, the day he had it done He didn't care because in his mind It was as clear as on the day A little faded, the inks turned blue But still it's there, that old tattoo My first tattoo what can i say It seems as if i got it yesterday Now i'm tattooed from head at toe Nothing can beat, the first one though A little faded, the inks turned blue But still it's there, that old tattoo You hate it, i love it.