Music Banter - The Incoherent Ramblings Of An Elderly Fool

My father
Never had
My father
Never had
A single muscle in his body til the day he died
A single muscle in his body til the day he died

My mother
Poor mama
My mother
Poor mama
She worked so hard the bones stuck out her fingertips
She worked so hard the bones stuck out her fingertips

Things aren't like they used to be
You don't know how hard we had it
And you don't know how great it was
Sonny jim

I remember
When I was a lad
The cars we had we pedal powered
With a speed limit of 15 miles an hour
Those were the days
Those were the day

I remember
When you could leave you door unlocked
Because you rarely found a burglarisin' young 'un
And if you did, we just went and hung 'um
Those were the days
Those were the days

Things aren't like they used to be
You don't know how hard we had it
And you don't know how great it was
Sonny jim

I've got black lung from the mines
Backache from the factory
From crawling in between unregulated machines

Still I wish so hard
That things were like they used to be
Oh I'd choose London smog,
air-raid sirens,
rationing,
casual racism,
and the systematic oppression of women
Over hoodie-wearing teens
And these modern magazines
About modern things which I'm going to claim I have no interest in because they are somehow inferior
When in reality I'm just unable to understand about new concepts and trends
Because I'm stupid
And inflexible
And always have been

Even though the old days were rubbish
I somehow think they were great
It makes no logical sense
Which I why I can't explain
Because I'm opinionated
Like that
I'm opinionated
Like that
Oh I'm a twat
I'm a twat
I'm a twat
I'm a twat
I'm a twat
I'm a twat
I'm a twat
I'm a twat