Weird Al Yankovic - Good Old Days Lyrics
Oh some times I think back to when I was youngerLife was so much simpler thenDad would be up at dawnHed be watering the lawnOr maybe going fishing againOh and mom would be fixing up something in the kitchenFresh biscuits or hot apple pieAnd Id spend all day long in the basementTorturing rats with a hack-sawAnd pulling the wings off of fliesThose were the good old daysThose were the good old daysThe years go by but the memory staysAnd those were the good old daysI can still remember good old mr. fenderWho ran the corner grocery storeOh, hed strolled down the aisle with a big friendly smileAnd hed say howdy when you walked in the doorAlways treated me nice, gave me kindly adviceI dont know why I set fire to his placeOh Ill never forget the day I bashed in his headWell you shouldve seen the look on his faceLet me tell ya nowThose were the good old daysThose were the good old daysThe years go by but the memory staysAnd those were the good old daysDo you remember sweet michelleShe was my high school romanceShe was fun to talk to and nice to smellSo I took her to the homecoming danceThen I tied her to a chair and I shaved off all her hairAnd I left her in the desert all aloneWell sometimes in my dreamsI can still hear the screamsOh I wonder if she ever made it homeI tell yaThose were the good old daysThose were the good old daysThe years go by but the memory staysAnd those were the good old daysLet me tell ya buddyThose were the good old daysThose were the good old daysThe years go by but the memory staysAnd those were the good old days
