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