If I told you things I did beforeTold you how I used to beWould you go on with someone like meIf you knew my story word for wordHad all my historyWould you go on with someone like meI did before and had my shareIt didn’t lead nowhereI would go on with someone like youIt doesn’t matter what you didWho you were hanging withWe could stick around and see this night throughAnd we don’t care about the young folksTalking about the young stuffAnd we don’t care about the old folksTalking about the old stuff tooAnd we don’t care about our own folksTalking about their own stuffAll we care about is talkingTalking only me and youUsually when things has gone this farPeople tend to disappearNo one surprise me unless you doI can tell there’s something going onHours seem to disappearEveryone is leavingI’m still with youIt doesn’t matter what we doWhere we are going toWe can stick aroundAnd see this night throughAnd we don’t care about the young folksTalking about the young stuffAnd we don’t care about the old folksTalking about the old stuff tooAnd we don’t care about our own folksTalking about their own stuffAll we care about is talkingTalking only me and youTalking only me and you more about "Young Folks by Peter, Bjorn & John", posted with vodpod