I'm bright as brassnSleek as silvernGood as goldnBut i'll never ever be as I was toldnAnd that's why i'll never grow oldnNever grow oldnnI'm bright as brassnSleek as silvernGood as goldnBut i'll never ever be as I was toldnAnd that's why i'll never grow oldnNever grow oldnnThe papers make me feel smallnAnd my back's up against the wallnAnd I can't believe what I readnAnother young boy falls down on the streetnAnd the only thing that i'm surenIs that i'm sure of nothing at allnBut if youth is wasted on the youngnThen this song'd never get sungnnBut i'm bright as brassnSleek as silvernGood as goldnBut i'll never ever be as I was toldnAnd that's why i'll never grow oldnNever grow oldnnBright as brassnSleek as silvernGood as goldnBut i'll never ever be as I was toldnAnd that's why i'll never grow oldnNever grow oldnn(I'm not sure here)nBut he likes her and she likes menBut looking back I threw it all awaynNow everywhere that I go nIt's all about how you looknWho you knownnAnd if youth is wasted on the youngnThen this song would never get sungnAnd time, time it moves so slownWell, time can fly right out the windownout the windownnBut i'm bright as brassnSleek as silvernGood as goldnBut i'll never ever be as I was toldnAnd that's why i'll never grow oldnNever grow oldnnBright as brassnSleek as silvernGood as goldnBut i'll never ever be as I was toldnAnd that's why i'll never grow oldnNever grow old