Those Were The Good Old Days (from "Damn Yankees")

Those Were The Good Old Days - Ray Walston

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