Good Old Days

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 ol' days

those were the good ol' days

years go by, but the memories fade

and those were the good ol' days

I still remember good ol' Mr. Fender

who ran the corner grocery store

always strolled down the ailes with a big friendly smile

and he'd say howdy when you walked through 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 smashed in his head

Oh you shoulda seen the look on his face

let me tell ya 'bout it...

Those were the good ol' days

those were the good ol' days

years go by, but the memories fade

and those were the good ol' 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

Oh sometimes in my dreams I can still hear the screams

Oh I wander if she ever made it home....

I tell ya...

Those were the good ol' days

those were the good ol' days

years go by, but the memories fade

and those were the good ol' days