Текст песне : Los Lobos. Oh Yeah.

Middle of July
Nineteen-eighty-two
Standing on a corner
With nothing much to do

Talking with Cecilia
In nineteen-eighty-five
Glad to still be breathing
Glad to be alive

Where's all the time
Nineteen-ninety-one?
Change on the dresser
Bed is still undone

What's a weary man to do
In nineteen-ninety-four?
Hear the front bell ringing
But no one's at the door

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Who's gonna know
When all is said and done
That a boy was born to Rita
In nineteen-sixty-one

And lived a hundred years
By nineteen-ninety-six
Who's ever gonna notice
That it all came down to this

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah