They say, think about the good times
But the good times make me cry
Still I think about the way you
With your natural charm, you could always make me smile.

Never quitting, picking yourself up
When you learned to ride your bike
So proud, smile from ear to ear
Graduating from high school.

I laugh, ‘bout the time you got the car on two wheels
When I was teaching you to drive
They say, think about the good times
But the good times make me cry.