Good Old Days | Les Norbitones

Let’s sing the praise of the good old days Like politicians do When life was sweet and beer was cheap And smokes were good for you A happy time there weren’t no crime No fear or foreign folks And it was ne to drill and mine And laugh at racist jokes The sun was always shining then No cancer in its rays If only we could wind back time And live in good old days.

Let’s raise a cheer for yesteryear For Ma and apple pie When everybody knew their place And no one told a lie No dissidents or heretics And all was right and good The roads of old were paved with gold And teeth were made of wood No low moral, lest you were a gal Or asian, black or gay Turn back the clock, just load and lock And live in good old days.

Let’s hear it for those days of yore Imagine what you will Look at the past through rosy glass It all seems awful chill Keep looking o’er your shoulder You’ll miss what lies up ahead Just cause you’re getting older Don’t spend what’s left with the dead Beware of glass-eyed charlatans Who preach nostalgic ways Cause one day soon, some right wing loon’ll Claim these were good old days.