It Was A Very Good Year - Robbie Williams/Frank Sinatra

When I was seventeen

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for small

Town girls and soft summer nights

We'd hide from the light

On the village green

When I was seventeen

When I was twenty one

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for city

Girls who lived up the stairs

With all that perfume hair

And it came undone

When I was twenty one

When I was thirty five

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for blue blooded

Girls of independent means

We'd ride in Limousines

Their chauffeurs

Would drive

When I was thirty five

But now the days are short

I'm in the

Autumn of the year

And now I think of my life as vintage

Wine from fine old kegs

From the brim to the dregs

It poured

Sweet and clear

It was a very good year