We lived on Holliston Street in the sixties
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We didn't need much back then, just a smile
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And Daddy would sing
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And buy us ice cream
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And we would listen
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Uncle Louie would come over for dinner on Sundays
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He taught piano to my sister, Kath
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And I'd stand behind
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And imitate him
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And she would laugh
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And he'd get mad
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And if I knew then what I know now
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I wouldn't rush the growing old
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I'd take the flu, the measles, and the blues
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And I guess I'd do as I was told
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Kathy would walk up ahead, and I'd follow
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She seemed so big back then, and me so small
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And Mommy would give
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Me one dime, and her two nickels
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And I would cry
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'Cause she got more
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And if I knew then what I know now
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I wouldn't rush the growing old
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I'd take the flu, the measles, and the blues
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And I guess I'd do as I was told
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They let us stay up real late to watch Ed Sullivan
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We saw the Beatles two times that year
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And Daddy would laugh
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And say, "Look at that dumb hair!"
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But I liked John
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Man, I loved John
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And I'd give up candy for Lent in the springtime
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And Mama was proud
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And so were the nuns
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I thought it was okay to eat the candy
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If the wrapper was on
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I was just sucking out the juices
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The juices of life
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And if I knew then what I know now
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I wouldn't rush the growing old
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I'd take the flu, the measles, and the blues
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And I guess I'd do as I was told
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Holliston Street
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