That song was a mainstay at many parties in the 60s and 70s. Since I was one of the few who knew all the lyrics, I'd lead everyone on the "Fish Cheer". 
To paraphrase Dickens, "Those were the best of times, those were the worst of times". The world seemed to be changing so quickly, after pretty much stagnating since the end of WWII.
I lost two lifelong friends in Vietnam (our lifetime being only 23 years at the time), and another (who was quite an accomplished musician) lost his left hand to a VC booby-trap. There isn't a week that goes by when I don't think of them, and what could have been were they still here. I used to think of them every day, but time passes and the mind takes a small break from horrific events we've encountered. I still visit their graves on their birthdays, and on the day's they were KIA. I still cry my eyes out each time I visit them. What a waste, and for what?
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