These Are The Good Old Days
by Beasts of Bourbon
From the album: Sour Mash
Track 6 of 15 on Sour Mash (1988).
Lyrics for These Are The Good Old Days
Yup Well you khnow what your name is And you know when you were born And everything inbetween is just a haze But you remember you've got three dollars That buys you a bottle of port To be sure these are the good old days Glory be, these are the good old days Well you lie in the street And you crawl across the road You don't care what anybody says You wear your medals on ANZAC day And there's vomit all down your shirt To be sure these are the good old days Glory be, these are the good old days So raise your glass to an old soldior Whose tuely set in his ways His body is like speggetti bolignase Lend him a dollar and listen to all his lies To be sure these are the good old days Glory be, these are the good old days To be sure these are the good old days Glory be, these are the good old days