I've got a hunger, twisting my stomach into knots That my tongue is tied off My brain's repeating "If you've got an impulse, let it out" But they never make it past my mouth Bop-ba (bop-ba) This is the sound of settling Bop-ba, bop-ba (bop-ba) Bop-ba (bop-ba) This is the sound of settling Bop-ba, bop-ba (bop-ba-a) Our youth is fleeting Old age is just around the bend And I can't wait to go gray And I'll sit and wonder Of every love that could have been If I'd only thought of something charming to say Bop-ba (bop-ba) This is the sound of settling Bop-ba, bop-ba (bop-ba) Bop-ba (bop-ba) This is the sound of settling Bop-ba, bop-ba (bop-ba) Bop-ba (bop-ba) This is the sound of settling Bop-ba, bop-ba (bop-ba) Bop-ba (bop-ba) This is the sound of settling Bop-ba, bop-ba (bop-ba) I've got a hunger, twisting my stomach into knots