text: There are twenty years to go
  And twenty ways to know
  Who will wear
  Who will wear the hat
  There are twenty years to go
  The best of all I hope
  Enjoy the ride
  The medicine show
  And thems the breaks for we designer fakes
  We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye
  There are twenty years to go
  The faithful and the low
  The best of starts, the broken heart
  The stone
  There are twenty years to go
  The punch-drunk and the blow
  The worst of starts, the mercy part
  The phone
  And thems the breaks for we designer fakes
  We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye
  And thems the breaks for we designer fakes
  But its you I take, cause youre the truth, not I
  There are twenty years to go
  A golden age I know
  But all will pass, well end too fast
  You know
  There are twenty years to go
  And many friends I hope
  Though some may hold the rose, some hold the rope
  And thats the end, and thats the start of it
  Thats the whole, and thats the part of it
  Thats the high, and thats the heart of it
  Thats the long, and thats the short of it
  Thats the best, and thats the test in it
  Thats the doubt, the doubt the trust in it
  Thats the sight, and thats the sound of it
  Thats the gift, and thats the trick in it
  Youre the truth, not I