[Verse 1]
Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don't want to be a boy today
I heard the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race

[Pre-Chorus]
And Greg he writes letters and burns his CDs
They say you were something in those formative years
Hold onto nothing as fast as you can

[Chorus]
Well, still, pretty good year
Pretty good

[Verse 2]
Maybe a bright sandy beach
Is gonna bring you back, back, back
Maybe not, so now you're off
You're gonna see America
Well let me tell you something about America

[Chorus]
Ah, pretty she is...
Ah, pretty she can be
[Bridge]
Some things are melting now
Some things are melting now
Well, hey, what's it gonna take
Till my baby's alright?
What's it gonna take
Till my baby's alright?

[Pre-Chorus]
Greg, he writes letters with his birthday pen
Sometimes he's aware that they're drawing him in
Lucy was pretty, your best friend agreed

[Chorus]
Well, still, pretty good
A-ha, pretty good
A-ha, pretty good
A-ha, pretty good year