Oh my, that road sign says 50 miles to Poughkeepsie And she said, it's you and only you Who can bring out the gypsy in me You know, I want to be one of the lost, and the young and the golden And if we get us a triple beam, we'll be rolling And I can get anything you need I can get anything you'll ever need Hey, Molly-O Hey, Molly-O Hey, Molly-O Lord knows I'm trying But I can't let you go Good trips and bad trips We're still gonna hold our lips to the chalice Even when the scales are tipped, It's your virtue that hangs in the balance I've only wanted to be one of the young, the lost, and the golden And if we get us a triple beam we'll be rolling I can be anything you need I can be anything you need I can be anything you'll ever need Hey, Molly-O Hey, Molly-O Hey, Molly-O Hey, Molly-O Lord knows I'm trying But I can't let you go