Up in the bar, smoking cigars
While we were drinking Irish whiskey, straight from the jar
Talking 'bout those better days, not that far
Whoever's coming back to mine, you better bring a guitar
You play a sad tune, sing it from the heart
Tell a sad story, right from the start
Pass me on the plane that you made into an arch
Passing through my skin like a heroin dart

When someone's strumming on the streets
And they're spitting thoughts, everyone's moving, grooving
Vibes will be off the scenes
They're 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 crying in his biz and all
While his woman's saying cheers to it all
Ain't no shame in the game
Just the way you were raised to always
Dream about better days, better days

Oh, well, remember this night when we're old and gray
'Cause in the future, these will be the good ol' days
Oh, you were arm in 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 we're all lost
Better live it up tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost
So get up on that piano, boy, and play your ass off
You're playing real good, everybody sing along
If your bang is out of beat, everybody move along
Playing something real, we can hang a home song
Sing a rebel song and watch us march along, won't ya come along?
Oh, 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 am now we're 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 proud to sing about

Ohh well remember this night when we're old and grey
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days
Ohh ya where 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', oh, oh, you wanna sing it, sing it
Oh, oh

Oh, I got a whole place singing ya singing this song
Even the girl over there with the red dress on
Singin', oh, oh, the singin'
Oh, oh

I got the whole bar drinking ya singin' this Jones
And the guys over there with the bog tattoos
Singin', oh, oh, drinkin' and singin'
Oh, oh

The emo girls with the college degree
And her tag along friends with the fake ID
Singin' oh, oh

Ohh ya where 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

These uh there uh be the good ol' days
Good ol' days, ya
The good ol' days