Written by Pam Gadd
Out on the back porch under the stars
We were the hometown gang, but we dreamed of no harm
There was Tommy and Jimmy, the Tolliver twins
And my big brother he watched out for us kids
Steve and Sandy and Amy, my sister and I
We were true musketeers having the time of our lives
The ghost in the graveyard would scare us to death
When at twelve O’ clock midnight he’d hide in our heads
Then under the streetlight we’d count up to ten
Then off I’d go seek to find my hiding friends
We were pirates and cowboys and catchers and spies
Never dreamed we’d grow up we were having the time of our lives
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Back in the old days little did we know how time would fly
Or dream we would someday be mamas and daddies, husbands and wives
A quarter of a century later my haris showin’ gray
And I’m teaching my own child the games that we played
Her favorite is Mother May I, and we’re having the time of our lives
Out on the back porch under the stars
I felt my first goodnight kiss and my worst broken heart
And I’d sit on the porch swing and wait for his call
While me and Mom and Daddy had heart to heart talks
Then came high school and prom night, and learning to drive
Oh, I drove them crazy but we had the time of our lives
Now, out on the old porch the voices are still
Thank God our memory lives longer than we ever will
Now we sit on our own porch and rock toward the day
We’ll see our own children watching their children play
They’ll be pirates and cowboys and catchers and spies
We’ll be grandmas and grandpas having the time of our lives
Oh, I see me when I look in her eyes
And we’re having the time of our lives