Tytuł: Good Old Days

• Wykonawca: Weird Al Yankovic
• Wyświetleń: 251

Oh some times I think back to when I was younger
  Life was so much simpler then
  Dad would be up at dawn
  He'd be watering the lawn
  Or maybe going fishing again
  
  Oh and mom would be fixing up something in the kitchen
  Fresh biscuits or hot apple pie
  And I'd spend all day long in the basement
  Torturing rats with a hack-saw
  And pulling the wings off of flies
  
  Those were the good old days
  Those were the good old days
  The years go by but the memory stays
  And those were the good old days
  
  I can still remember good old Mr. Fender
  Who ran the corner grocery store
  Oh, he'd strolled down the aisle with a big friendly smile
  And he'd say "Howdy" when you walked in the door
  
  Always treated me nice, gave me kindly advice
  I don't know why I set fire to his place
  Oh I'll never forget the day I bashed in his head
  Well you should've seen the look on his face
  
  Let me tell ya now
  
  Those were the good old days
  Those were the good old days
  The years go by but the memory stays
  And those were the good old days
  
  Do you remember sweet Michelle
  She was my high school romance
  She was fun to talk to and nice to smell
  So I took her to the homecoming dance
  
  Then I tied her to a chair and I shaved off all her hair
  And I left her in the desert all alone
  Well sometimes in my dreams
  I can still hear the screams
  Oh I wonder if she ever made it home
  
  I tell ya
  
  Those were the good old days
  Those were the good old days
  The years go by but the memory stays
  And those were the good old days
  
  Let me tell ya buddy
  
  Those were the good old days
  Those were the good old days
  The years go by but the memory stays
  And those were the good old days