At Twenty-one, this son of a gun, was lost and not won. Let bygones, be long gone, I just want one; hand to hold onto. Some say, "Plain Jane, same old game, do you wanna play, again and again"? I say, "Damn Straight, I wanna play again and again. At thirty-three, I am gonna be, just as keen, as I've ever been. If you wanna see, just what I mean, come with me babe, come and see. Some say, "Plain Jane, same old game, do you wanna play, again and again"? I say, "Damn Straight, I wanna play again and again. At Eighty-two, all I'll wanna do, is you. It's tues- day you'll say, well hey. Can you blame me. Some say, "Plain Jane, same old game, do you wanna play, again and again"? I say, "Damn Straight, I wanna play again and again.