In the good old days, yes, the good old days!
Were there really any good old days?
Or was there only one, when I had fun?
When restaurants and hotels had someone who got things done?
When I was single, I stayed home alone
And wanted to find a husband
And I looked everywhere, in a city of millions
But I found none, not even one
In the good old days, yes, the good old days
We started schooldays with songs of praise
We didn't know that three religions were certain God was one
And another group of millions said many more, and one said none
In the good old days, when were the good old days?
The days when life was simple and I was young
Heaven was in the sky, everyone went there
There was no hell, no-one would die, nor tell a lie
In the good old days, my mother said
You did not know what others thought
You only knew what you were taught
Sundays the shops were closed, yet no-one was bored nor fraught
My mother told me when she was young
Before she saw the news, before the war
The War was world war two, the other one was world war one
Paper was thick and heavy, Churchill and the British won
We did not know that France, Canada and the USA
All thought that they had made the difference
And won in Europe, or in Asia, which celebrated on another day
We thought that Jesus was alive, born everywhere, since he died, only on December 25
After the good old days, everything changed
We learned the calendar was run by the sun
Or by the moon, one year everyone lost a year,
The year without a sun, then everyone was really glum
Christmas could be the 26th, January 5th or 6th,
Jesus could be born another year, another day
Or never born at all, some thought that way
And other people believed in conspiracy
That nobody had landed on the moon
You did not need a band, just one singer to croon
You had real strawberries! Only in June,
Then enlightenment, one's personal middle ages, came too soon
Some thought that the whole world was a myth
A dream, others debated philosophy
And said they thought therefore they were
But they never thought of you and me
In the good old days, people thought the world was flat
(It's really round, but), some people still think that
In the good old days, monsters were below your bed
Monsters grew, like migraines, and nightmares, only inside your head
You believed all that was said, and didn't know
That all the people in the history books told lies, and were dead
And most people fondly quoted never said
What you thought (and everyone said) that they had said
The good old days, yes, the good old days
The days when innocent little children sang songs of praise
Children did not throw stones, and no-one lived alone
Then nobody had strikes, and everyone had bikes
Maybe the good old days will come again
When all our friends will be old men
And we'll talk about the good old days
Use computers, mobile phones, and watches to call our friends
And wonder how we coped, back then.
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