Up in the bar off smokin sugars While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar Talkin bout them better days are not that far Whoevers coming back to mine you better bring a guitar Ya play a sad ya sing it from the heart Tell a sad story and tell it from the start Pass me on the plane that you made into arch Ya passin throught my skin like a heroin dart
When someone's srummin on the streets And there spittin thinks everyone's movin groovin Vibes will be of the scenes They gonna tell you with that passion and that soul When the first verse drops you'll be fighting back the tears and all While another man is cryin in his biz in all While his woman sayin cheers to it all Aint no shame in the game Just the way you were raised to always Dream about better days better days
Ohh well remember this night when were old and grey Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days Ohh Ya were arm and arm as we sing away In the future these will be the good ol' days
Ten o'clock and it's off what started as a pop call Now were all lost Better live it up tonight tomorrows gunna cost So get up on that piano boy and play you're a** off You're playing real good everybody sing along If your bang is out of beat everybody move along Playin something real we can hang a home song Sing a revel song and watch us march along won't ya come along "Ohh these times are hard"
Ya meat Jenny meat Peat meat Marry meat Keith There bustin on the streets seven days a week Pay a pound pay a penny make it full or leave it empty They play you listen that's brandy It's two a.m. now were dancing in the rain and uhh Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone These are my people these are my crowd And I'm never too pround to sing about
Ohh well remember this night when were old and grey Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days Ohh Ya were arm and arm as we sing away In the future these will be the good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days The good ol' days The good ol' the good ol' days The good ol' the good ol' days The good ol' days The good ol' the good ol' days The good ol' the good ol' days The good ol' days The good ol' the good ol' days The good ol' the good ol' days
Oh I got a whole place singing ya singing this song Even the old man there with the paddy hats on Singin ohhhh ohhhh you wanna sing it sing it Ohhhh ohhhh
Oh I got a whole place singing ya singing this song Even the girl over there with the red dress on Singin ohhhh ohhhh the singin Ohhhh ohhhh
I got the whole bar drinking ya singin this jones And the guys over there with the bog tattoos Singin ohhhh ohhhh drinkin and singin Ohhhh ohhhh
The emo girls with the college degree And her tag along friends with the fake ID Singin ohhhh ohhhh
Ohh ya were arm and arm as we sing away In the furure these will be the good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days The good ol' days The good ol' the good ol' days The good ol' the good ol' days The good ol' days The good ol' the good ol' days The good ol' the good ol' days The good ol' days The good ol' the good ol' days The good ol' the good ol' days These uh there uh be the good ol' days Good ol' days ya The good ol' days