When I was nine, Michael and I
Entered a talent show, down at the Y
9 a.m. went to rehearse by some stairsMike couldn′t sing, but I said, "No one cares"
We sang "Yellow Bird" and "Let's Go Fly A Kite"
Over and over and over ′til we got it right
When we emerged from the YMCA
Three o'clock sun had made the grass hay
I thought, hey, what a way to spend a day
Hey, what a way to spend a day
I make a vow right here and now
I'm gonna spend my time this way
When I was 16, Michael and I
Got parts in West Side at White Plains High
Three o′clock, went to rehearse in the gym
Mike played Doc who did not sing, fine with him
We sang "Got a rocket in your pocket"
And "The Jets are gonna have their day, tonight"
Over and over and over ′til we got it right
When we emerged, wiped out by that play
Nine o'clock stars and moon lit the way
I thought, hey, what a way to spend a day
Hey, what a way to spend a day
I made a vow, I wonder now
Am I cut out to spend my time this way?
I′m 29, Michael and I
Live on the west side of SoHo, NY
9 a.m. I write a lyric or two
Mike sings his song now on Mad' Avenue
I sing, "Come to your senses, defenses are not the way to go"
Over and over and over and over and over
And over and over ′til I get it right
When I emerge from B minor or A
Five o'clock, diner calls, I′m on my way
I think, hey, what a way to spend a day
Hey, what a way to spend a day
I make a vow right here and now
I'm gonna spend my time this way
I'm gonna spend my time this way
