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 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 Mr. Fender Who ran the corner grocery store Oh, he'd strolled 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've seen the look on his face Let me 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 Michelle 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