Oh sometimes I think back to when I was younger,
Life was so much simpler then.
Dad would be up at dawn,
He'd be waterin' the lawn,
Or maybe goin' fishin' again.
Oh, and Mom would be fixin' up somethin' in the kitchen,
Fresh biscuits or hot apple pies.
And I'd spend all day long in the basement, torturing
Rats with a hacksaw, 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 Mister Fender,
Who ran the corner grocery store.
Oh, he'd stroll 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 have seen the look on his face.
Lemme 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 Michele?
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.
