Here we are at last
The moment soon will pass
We'll go our seperate ways

We'll vanish in the haze
We'll never be the same
We'll forget each other's names

We'll grow old and lose our hair
It's all downhill from there


But tonight we'll reach for the stars
We'll rent expensive cars
And dream our dreams

Of a perfect night
And we'll sing our prom theme


Here we are at last
We're running out of gas
The air is getting thick

The girls are feeling sick
We'll pass out on the beach
Our keys just out of reach

And soon we'll say goodbye
Then we'll work until we die


But tonight we feel like stars
We'll play our air guitars
Cause we're eighteen

It's a perfect night
To sing our prom theme