It's hard to write a song when you're this happy.
The only damage you do to me.
Is this good fortune, or is it destiny?
My pretty penguin, my crème brûlée.
When we're old and done we'll talk about the good times,
And I know that I'll have lots and lots to say,
'Cause you've given me one hell of a ride girl,
And I know that there's more good times on the way.
You're eyes forever change but always beautiful.
They set my heart on fire, consume my soul.
I wonder where I'd be if I didn't make the move.
A dusty lonely path only idiots would choose.
So when you're old and done make sure you've had a good time,
And if you're smart, you won't throw it all away.
On cheap thrills and self esteem,
Actions that you can't redeem.
You gotta find a good time, some other way.
When we're old and done we'll talk about the good times.
When we're old and done we'll talk about the good times.
When we're eighty on we'll talk about the good times.
When it's said and done we'll talk about the good times.