Well all my friends are getting marriednYes they're all growin' oldnThey're staying home on weekendsnThey're all doin' what they're toldnBut I'm caught up in this magicnI'm all caught up in the funnI'm all caught up in this musicnMaybe I'll never have a sonnnWell I looked into the crowd the other nightnAnd I saw an old familiar facenHe said How are you doin' Shirl my boy?nHe said Tell me, are you still playin' the same old placenI asked him all about himselfnAnd he said that he was married with a kidnShowed me a picture of his wifenAnd we talked about all the things we didnnWell sometimes I feel like I'm left behindnAnd sometimes I feel like I just left schoolnWonder if I'll ever grow upnMaybe I'm the only foolnnBut I'm all caught up in this magicnYes I'm caught up in this funnnI'm all caught up with this musicnWell maybe I'll never have a son