Robbie Williams

When I was seventeen,
It was a very good year.
It was a very good year for small

Town girls and soft summer nights.
We'd hide from the light on the village green
When I was seventeen.

When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for city
Girls who lived up the stairs
With perfume hair that came undone

When I was twenty-one.

When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for blue-blooded

Girls of independent means.
We'd ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs
Would drive when I was thirty-five.

But now the days are short, I'm in the
Autumn of the year

And now I think of my life as vintage
Wine from fine old kegs

From the brim to the dregs. It poured
Sweet and clear. It was a very good year.