Those Were The Good Old Days Lyrics - Damn Yankees

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Whenever I'm from time to time depressed 

And a trauma wells and swells 

Within my breast 

I find some pride deep inside of me 

And I fondly walk down the lane of memory 

I see Bonaparte 

A mean one if ever I've seen one 

And Nero fiddlin' thru that lovely blaze 

Antionetts, dainty queen, with her quaint guillotine 

Ha ha ha ha 

Those were the good old days 

I see Indians draggin' 

An empty covered wagon 

When scalping the settlers was the latest crazew 

And that glorious morn, Jack the Ripper was born 

Ha ha ha ha 

Those were the good old days 

I'd sit in my rockin' chair peacefully rockin' there 

Counting my blessings by the score 

The rack was in fashion, the plagues were my passion 

Each day held a new joy in store 

Was anybody happy? 

I see cannibals munchin' a missionary luncheon 

The years may have flown but the memory stays 

Like the hopes that were dashed when the stock market crashed 

Ha ha ha ha 

Those were the good old days 

I'd walk a million miles or more 

For some of the gore 

Of those good 

Old 

Days!