It was 1975
When I met this guy outside
The wintermoon avenue at night

He was walking passed his bike
Holding a kite
Ready to fly

So I got my peach basket hat and went along
And wrote this song

I can be your Mrs
I'll make you some breakfast
You can be my Mr
We can be together

I can make you coffee
Even add some sugar
Make some scrambled eggs, if you like

Cuz you are my 1975
You are mine

It was a Sunday morning
When you called me up on my rotary telephone
Twirling on the wires
I never get tired
Oh how I admire you

I used to write a lot of poems for you
Like roses are red
And violets are blue
We used to go to the fair
And you would get me a bear
I hold you hand
Cuz you're a great man

I can be your Mrs
I'll make you some breakfast
You can be my Mr
We can be together

I can make you coffee
Even add some sugar
Make some scrambled eggs, if you like

Cuz you are my 1975
You are mine