It was an eight minute ceremony
Everyone was there
The groom wore a black cape
The bride with diamonds in her hair

They disappeared like the Troubadors
They're not coming back
We really knew how to have some fun
They're not alive, not one of 'em, yea

I sit alone in my room
I'm so damned depressed
I reinact plays on the polo field
I've never ridden a horse

That's just the trouble with magazines
I get so involved
Recalling my days in north Africa
I've never crossed the Atlantic, yea

My parents lived a life less glamorous
Working away in Las Vegas
'72 Vista cruiser
They even lived in it

I'll gladly tell you all about it
I can't remember it
I'll say Those were the days of the Troubadors
They're not coming back
We really knew how to have some fun
Before my parents got divorced, yea