Good Times

GOOD TIMES

I recognised you soon as you walked in the bar

It must be twenty-five years but I still wear the scars

You haven't changed much maybe put on some weight

A little grey in you hair but your still looking great

And I remember that look the wicked glint in your eye

There was no kind of mischief you wouldn't try

No kind of hell you were unwilling to raise

And I was the same oh yes those were the days

Those were the good times, damn good times