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I'm out doin the usual places,
And Im livin it, like young!
Then I dig me this face of all faces,
Shes the craziest, like young!

She drinks coffee at Caf Espresso,
She reads Kerouac* , like young!
She goes where all the angry young men go,
Recites poetry, like young!

We start blowin the pad about lovin
And were homin it, like now!
We spin records on cloud number seven,
And shes reaching me, like wow!

( Hes all unstrung,
Cause man, shes got him feelin like young!
If she were to frosh him and go,
Hes startin to wear his hair again,
Just like a square again! )

I keep a getting the kookiest notion.
I think maybe its like love!
I've been feelin a crazy emotion,
I think baby, its like love!

Now were ridin a rainbow to Cloudsville,
And were makin it like young!
Love . . . soft as April snow!
Love . . . warm as candle glow!
Love . . . love is easy go!

Now were ridin a rainbow to Cloudsville,
And were makin it like young!



Music by Andr Previn
with lyrics by Paul Francis Webster, 1959
Arranged by O.B. Masingill

*Kerouac ( kr-k ), Jack 1922-1969 American writer and leading figure of the beat generation.
His primarily autobiographical books include On the Road (1957) and Desolation Angels (1965