Six years young in Chicago Seven feet of snow everywhere you go Walk half a mile to school every day We're sledding and we don't wanna go Rode a paper route in the summertime Landed one through the neighbor's French door Made best friends with a leather belt Found my black phantom in the garbage can Poppa's sippin' something on the sofa Working up to two packs a day He's the king of the bowling lane Saturday Nailing sheetrock on the rest Momma's wearing makeup in the kitchen I guess that's why the bacon tastes good She got high heeled slippers and an apron on 'Cause that's the way Sears liked her best Remember Ritchie Valens and the plane crash Remember Buddy Holly and The Bopper I cried myself to sleep for a week and a half That'll Be the Day just ain't the same Elvis joined the army and forsook us all Traded rock and roll for a buzz cut Jerry Lee and Myra Gale tied a knot Those were the days the music died Kid's fashion is hard line of work When all you've got to go on is headlines and dirt Kid's fashion is hard line of work When all you've got to go on is headlines and dirt 1959 was a good year 1959 was a good year A Fender Stratocaster and a tweed amp Is all you ever needed to be famous