Mr. Billy Nobel.
It was Labor Day weekend, I was 17.
I bought a Coke and some gasoline.
I drove out to the county fair.
When I saw her for the first time,
she was standing there
in the ticket line.
And it all started right then and there.
Oh, Sailor Sky made a perfect
sunset.
That's a day I'll never forget.
I had a barbecue stain on my white T-shirt.
She was killing me in that miniskirt.
Skipping rocks on the river by the railroad tracks.
She had a suntan line and red lipstick.
I worked so hard for that first kiss.
And heart, don't forget, something like that.
It
was five years later on a southbound plane,
I was headed down to New Orleans.
Meet some
friends of mine for the Mardi Gras.
When I heard a voice from the past,
coming from a
few rows back, and when I looked,
I couldn't believe just what I saw.
She said, I bet you
don't remember me.
And I said, only every other memory.
I had a barbecue stain on my white T-shirt.
She was killing me in that miniskirt.
Skipping rocks on the river by the railroad tracks.
She had a suntan line and red lipstick.
I worked so hard for that first kiss.
And heart,
don't forget, something like that.
And like an old photograph,
time can make a feeling fade.
But the memory of the first love never fades away.
I had a barbecue stain on my white T-shirt.
She was killing me in that miniskirt.
Skipping rocks on the river by the railroad tracks.
You had a suntan line and red lipstick.
I worked so hard for that first kiss.
And heart, don't forget,
no,
heart, don't forget.
I said,
heart,
don't forget,
something like that.
No, not something like that.