Son Of A Gun (We Have Fun)

Could you please come back
 Cause what we had, it was gold
 You were gold
 And I'm not sad
 It's just this static gets old
 We get old
 And I'm a tricky tricky son
 Son of a gun
 We're young yeah
 I'm pretty sure I'll get you dancing
 We have fun
 We have fun
 We got the summer nights under our tongues
 We're singing ohhhh
 We have fun
 We have fun
 We got a little air left in our lungs
 We're sining ohhhh
 Did I lose track
 Of all those nights that have ever went bad
 Went cold went cold
 And I'm not sad
 Can I let you know
 Can I let you know
 You were gold
 We get old
 And I'm a tricky tricky son
 Son of a gun
 We're young yeah
 I'm pretty sure I'll get you dancing
 We have fun
 We have fun
 We got the summer nights under our tongues
 We're singing ohhhh
 We have fun
 We have fun
 We got a little air left in our lungs
 We're sining ohhhh
 And all I see
 Are dark clouds in front of me
 Told myself I was livin' free
 Without you by my side
 Hold me
 Hold me close
 Love's a dying breed
 You crossed my heart
 When you crossed the sea
 Into the setting sun
 I guess there's only one place I can tun
 We have fun
 We have fun
 We got the summer nights under our tongues
 We're singing ohhhh
 We have fun
 We have fun
 We got a little air left in our lungs
 We're sining ohhhh