When I was young,
I’d listen to the radio,
waiting for my favorite songs.
When they played I’d sing along.
It made me smile.
Those were such happy times,
and not so long ago.
How I wondered where they’d gone.
But they’re back again,
just like a long-lost friend.
All the songs I loved so well.
Every sha-la-la-la,
every wo-wo still shines.
Every shing-a-ling -a-ling,
that they re starting to sing,
so fine.
When they get to the part
where he s breaking her heart,
it can really make me cry.
Just like before,
it s yesterday once more.
(Shoo-bee-do-lang -lang,
shoo-bee-do-lang-lang.)
Looking back on how
it was in years gone by,
and the good time that I had,
makes today seem rather sad;
so much has changed.
It was songs of love
that I would sing to them,
and I d memorize each word.
Those old melodies still sound so good to me,
as they melt the years away.
Every sha-la-la-la,
every wo-wo still shines.
Every shing-a-ling -a-ling,
that they re starting to sing,
so fine.
All my best memories come back clearly to me;
some can even make me cry.
Just like before,
it s yesterday once more.
Every sha-la-la-la,
every wo-wo still shines.
Every shing-a-ling -a-ling,
that they re starting to sing,
so fine.
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