The Good Old Days ft. Robb Sapp, Nicholas Rodriguez & Jeremy Konopka Lyrics

It was the summer at camp Columbus

Without a care in the world

Best friends as camp counselors

We spent every day outdoors

The air was fresh and crisp

The lake was cool and clean

We swam until our legs ached

Drank cold beer in the canteen

Oh, I remember it well

So many stories to tell

Of the good old days

The good old days

Oh, I remember it well

So many stories to tell

Of the good old days

The good old days

We woke up by the morning sun

Threw on our shoes, went for a run

Played a game of football

Made bonfires at nightfall

Vic would sing us songs

And we'd all sing along

Ted playing darts and placing bets

Bobby playing hard to get

Oh, I remember it well

So many stories to tell

Of the good old days

The good old days

Oh, I remember it well

So many stories to tell

Of the good old days

The good old days

The pranks we used to play

Seemed to get funnier every day

We were like brother's people would say

If we could only go back and stay

We'd flirt with all the girls

The blonde one with the curls

The redhead with the green eyes

The brunette with the killer thighs

Oh, we'll remember this well

So many stories we'll tell

Of these good, these good old days

Of these good, these good old days

These are the good

These are the good

Cheers to these good

These good old days!