| E | G#m/Eb | |
| When I was y | oung I'd listened to the r | adio |
| C#m | C#m/B | |
| Waitin' f | or my favorite s | ongs |
| Amaj7 | G#m7 | |
| When they p | layed I'd sing alo | ng |
| F#m7 | B/D# | A9/C# | A/B | |
| It made me smile |
| E | G#m/Eb | |
| Those were such h | appy times, and not so l | ong ago |
| C#m | C#m/B | |
| How I wo | ndered w | here they'd gone |
| Ebm7-5 | G#7 | C#m | |
| But t | hey're b | ack again |
| C#m/B | |
| Just like a l | ong lost friend |
| Amaj7 | F#m7 | A/B | |
| All the s | ongs I | loved so w | ell |
| B | E | |
| (*) E | very s | ha-la-la-la, |
| C#m7 | E | C#m | |
| Every w | o-wo-wo still s | hines |
| E | |
| Every s | hing-a-ling-a-ling, |
| C#m | |
| That they're s | tarting to sing |
| F#m7 | B | A/B | |
| So f | ine |
| B | C#m | |
| W | hen they g | et to the part, |
| Caug | |
| Where he's br | eakin' her heart |
| E/B | Bbm7-5 | |
| It can r | eally make me cr | y |
| E/B | A/B | |
| Just like before |
| Emaj7 | |
| It's yesterday once m | ore |
| E | G#m/Eb | |
| Lookin' b | ack on how it was, in y | ears gone by |
| C#m | C#m/B | |
| And the g | ood times that | I had |
| Amaj7 | G#m7 | |
| Makes tod | ay seem rather | sad |
| F#m7 | B/D# | A9/C# | A/B | |
| So much has chan | ged |
| E | G#m/Eb | |
| It was s | ongs of love that I would s | ing to then |
| C#m | C#m/B | |
| And I'd m | emorize each wo | rd |
| Ebm7-5 | G#7 | C#m | |
| Those o | ld me | lodies |
| C#m/B | |
| Still sound so g | ood to me |
| Amaj7 | Fm#7 | A/B | |
| As they m | elt the y | ears a | way |