| Twenty-one, so young and tender but blue | |
| I remember, | |
| I remember laughing for no reason with you | |
| LaughingSharing a bottle on the stairs | |
| That led to your wooden room | |
| Full of cigarettes and green glass bottles | |
| Yesterday's meal by the matress on the floor | |
| Where we danced... | |
| In the garden below your window | |
| Where I first began to know | |
| To know you | |
| JoeWhisper the memory but not too loud | |
| Remember the symphony when we were allowed, to play? | |
| Touch my hand, show me how, stroke my brow | |
| I need to know now that | |
| I can dance with you | |
| I wanna dance with you, | |
| I wanna dance | |
| Like I did when | |
| I first began to know you, | |
| JoeA now I gotta say | |
| I think I wanna ride | |
| I think I'm gonna fly along on your magic carpet | |
| I think I wanna ride | |
| I think I'm gonna fly along on your magic carpet | |
| So I'm sittin' here with the sun about to smile | |
| About to show it's face and take away my little fantasy | |
| Break out the phonograph, play some "Billie" for me | |
| One more time before | |
| I goLet it shine, shine, shine, shine on me | |
| I think I wanna know, wanna know you, | |
| JoeI think | |
| I wanna ride | |
| I think I'm gonna fly along on your magic carpet | |
| I think I wanna ride | |
| I think I'm gonna fly along on your magic carpet | |
| I think I wanna ride | |
| I think I'm gonna fly along on your magic carpet | |
| Sit down in the back room | |
| And throw me over the bar | |
| Fly me up to your sky, moon | |
| A-nowA-beep-bop-ba-da-dee-yah | |
| A-what?Oh, that's it | |
| I know it sounds kinda crazy | |
| I think I wanna know, wanna know you, | |
| JoeYeah!I think | |
| I wanna ride | |
| I think I'm gonna fly along on your magic carpet | |
| I think I wanna ride | |
| I think I'm gonna fly along |