Those Were The Good Old Days

Whenever I'm, from time to time, depressed And the trauma wells and swells within my breast, I Find some pride deep inside of me As I fondly walk the lane of a memory, I see... Bonaparte, a mean one if ever I've seen one, and Nero fiddling through that lovely blaze Antoinette, dainty queen, with her quaint guillotine Yeahaha, those were the good old days I see Indians dragging an empty covered wagon when scalping the settlers was the latest craze And that glorious morn! Jack the Ripper was born Yeahaha, those were the good old days iI'd sit in my rocking chair, Peacefully rocking there Counting my blessings by the score The rack was in fashion The plagues were my passion Each day held a new joy in store Was anybody happy? I see cannibals munching A missionary luncheon The years may have flown But the memory stays Like the hopes that were dashed When the stock market crashed Yehaha, those were the good old days I'd walk a million miles more For some of the gore Of those good old days!