If the balloons come crashing down
When pop pop pop pop pop pop pop disappear
Birds will then now focus on
What was once the craziest of times
The spinklers shot their run
And no one's there to splash
They appear to have all gone
Or surrendered to not laugh
Now the summer hides its fun
With nothing really ever to do
Good old times boys and girls racing all their time
The ball is up for grabs saddened from their loss
Good old time boys and girls racing all their time
They see the clock oh a minute they won't find
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Slow-paced games for high-witted smiles
Once were played right from the start
Over-night change to a quiet dark heart
And don't say (Don't say)
"It's gonna be hard!"
Good old times boys and girls racing all their time
The ball is up for grabs saddened from their loss
Good old time boys and girls racing all their time
They see the clock oh a minute they won't find
Good old time boys and girls racing all their time
Good old time boys and girls racing all their time
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Good old times boys and girls racing all their time
The ball is up for grabs saddened from their loss
Good old time boys and girls racing all their time
They see the clock owe a minute they won't find
Good old time boys and girls racing all their time
Good old time boys and girls racing all their time