Oh Judy do you remember me
  I'm second from the left in the black hat
  We gave away our innocence when we were fifteen
  and since then I've been trying to get mine back
  
  You were the cutest of the crop
  I was the second biggest drinker in the whole hip flock
  And everybody thought we were headed for the rocks
  But I guess that I got lost
  
  So take a look at these flash-lit photographs, you beautiful fake
  Don't I look like the kind of guy you used to hate?
  
  Well it was summer, I think, when you said to me,
  "Let's just run away"
  But somewhere on that road I got married to monotony
  And that's what pays this wage
  
  And these tiny symbols of success
  Like my black chauffeurs forced friendliness
  Are less the spoils of spiritual wealth
  Then symptoms of distress
  
  So take a look at these flash-lit photographs, you beautiful fake
  Don't I look like the kind of guy you used to hate?
  
  Now everybody thinks that it's respectable
  To get up like a dog each day
  But you used to say, "Just shoot me baby
  if I ever end up that way"
  
  So take a look at these flash-lit photographs, you beautiful fake
  Don't I look like the kind of guy
  Don't I look like the kind of guy
  Now I look like the kind of guy you used to hate