I was talking on my Michael Jordan phone I still miss my friends from my other home You were in a sapphire mood Just a kid when I first saw you But you didn't see me Those were the fab years Those were the fab years Dinner every night And the secret clubs Way down below Of the regular folks You took my hands And put 'em on your cheek Wide awake in a private dream And you know what I mean Those were the fab years And those were the fab years Smoking on a desert palm You were always in front of me Never overhead Still, there's nothing to regret Those were the fab years Let go of the fab years I'm drinking my stuff at my best friend's house Stayed all night, we're just hanging out