Oh I do like reminiscing
about everything that’s missing
from life today compared with yesteryear.
Them was the Good Old Days, them was,
we was poor, but we was pos
— thinking back, I often shed a tear.
Everyone was happy,
from the hangman to the chappie
who worked all day for breadcrumbs and warm beer.
I remember my dear mother
— can there ever be another?
how she loved the pain of childbirth, every year.
My old Dad jumped from Vauxhall Bridge
— endless debts and endless kids,
but still we always wallowed in good cheer.
The Vicar told us God above
looked down on us with burning love,
so we grinned all day like morons, ear to ear.
I feel sorry for the kids today, in the ‘Information Age’,
cos if you can’t delude yourself, you’ll never reach old age.