Don't save your kisses, just pass them around, You'll find my reason, logically sound, Who's gonna know that you passed them around, One hundred years from today. Why crave a penthouse, fit for a Queen, Your nearer heaven, on mother earth's green, If you had millions what would they all mean, One Hundred Years from today. (Bridge:) So laugh and sing, make love the king, Be happy while you may. There's always one, beneath the sun, Who's bound to make you feel that way, The moon is shining, and that's a good sign, Cling to me closer, and say you'll be mine, Remember baby we won't see it shine, One Hundred Years from today. One Hundred Years from today.