Midnight will sound
And we’ll all gather round the new little year of the day
But, dear old year, before you go
There’s something you ought to know…Though your back is bent and your beard is grey
You’re a year well-spent, and I’d like to say
You put on a first class show, and I’m sorry to see you go!You brought trouble, taught me to handle it
Thanks for the lesson
You brought romance
Oh, what a scandal it caused when it all fell through!
You brought worry, taught me to laugh at it
Now I’m confessing that my whole approach is new after a year like youSo we’ll share a toast from the loving cup
Here’s to you, grown old, and to me, grown up
There’s nothing left up your sleeve, but I’m sorry to see you leave!You’ll retire into a memory
You’ve earned a good rest
It’s been great
And though I’ll pretend to be part of this midnight show
Just between old you and me and that kid with his year to grow
I’m sorry, really sorry to see you go!