These Are The Good Old Days Lyrics

Yup,
Well you khnow what your name is
And you know when you were born
And everything inbetween is just a have
But you remember you've got three dollars
That buys you a bottle of port
To be sure these are the good old days
Glory be these are the good old days

Well you lie in the street
And you crawl across the road
You don't care what anybody says
You wear your medals on ANZAC day And there's vomit down your shirt
To be sure these are the good old days
Glory be these are the good old days

So raise your glass to an old soldior
Whose tuely set in his ways
His body is like speggetti bolignase
Lend him a dollar and listen to all his lies
To be sure these are the good old days
Glory be these are the good old days

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