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