In The Old Days

Written by: Dave Davies, Russ Davies

Published by: Dave Davies/Carlin Music and Russell Davies PRS/MCPS

Lyrics:

Opening up the gate, trying to be so quiet
Don't wanna wake the misses cause I've been out on the piss
I throw up on the roses as I fumble for my keys
Look up to the window as I fall down to my knees
I'm crumpled in a heap cause I've been out with the lads

In the old days
In the old days
In the old days
In the old days

Parties every Saturday, us kids would stay up late
Sipping at a shandy, food piled high on plates
Peering through the keyhole, me sisters getting dressed
Pulling up their nylons, they gotta look their best
Mom clips me around the earhole, says "you dirty little sod
Get out of here, what's your game?"

In the old days, when men were men
In the old days, and Brittania ruled the waves
In the old days, those were the days
In the old days, in the old days
In the old days, when men were men
In the old days, and Brittania ruled the waves

In the old days
In the old days

Dancing in the front room, Dad sings his favourite songs
The music getting louder, there's a thumping from next doors
Now I hear the rossers are coming down the street
Oblivious to the chaos, there's a punch up in the yard
Frankie's telling jokes and Aunt Lil's laughing so hard
That she's gone and wet her drawers, ha ha
Hey, what a bleedin' larf, never a dull moment is there?

In the old days, I ask yer
In the old days

Me sister's getting married, but already up the spout
But she looks so lovely in the church in her white dress
With her belly popping out, ha ha

In the old days
In the old days

This song can be found on the following releases:

stereo mix (3:52), recorded 2014
Rippin' Up Time 27 Oct 2014 USA Red River Entertainment RRE-CD-157 CD


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