Sad that we have to grow old With catalogue stuff from the phone Living off songs that we wrote Ah-ah-ah Sad that imagination, it fades Because everyone must get paid So that catalogue stuff can get made Hey-hey-hey ♪ Hey-hey, hey-hey-hey ♪ Hey-hey, hey-hey-hey ♪ Hey-hey, hey-hey-hey ♪ Hey-hey, hey-hey-hey