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