I was excited as a lad About the tattoo, that my uncle had It was an anchor about his arm Reminded him of his fatherland
It's not as bright, it's not as clear As on the day, the day he had it done He didn't care because in his mind It was as clear as on day one A little faded, the inks turned blue But still it's there, that old tattoo
My first tattoo what can I say It seems as if I got it yesterday Now I'm tattooed from head to toe Nothing can beat, the first one though You hate it, I love it!
