Testo Those Were The Good Old Days

[APPLEGATE] 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!