The Script - Good Ol' Days

Up in the bar off smokin’ cigars
While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar
Talkin’ ’bout them better days are not that far
Whoever’s coming back to mine you better bring a guitar
Ya played a sad song ya sing it from the start
Pass me on the plane that you made into arch
Ya passin’ through my skin like a heroin dart

When someone’s scrummin’ on the streets
And there spittin things everyone’s movin’ groovin’
Vibes will be of the scenes
They gonna tell you with the passion and that soul
When the first verse drops
you’ll be fighting back the tears and all
While another man is cryin’ in his biz in all
While his woman sayin’ cheers to it all
Ain’t no shame in the game
Just the way you were raised to always
Sing about better days better days

Oh we’ll remember this night when we’re old and grey
’cause in the future these will be the good ol’ days
Ya we’re arm and arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol’ days

Ten o’clock and it’s off what started as a pop call
Now we’re all lost
Better live it up tonight, tomorrow’s gonna cost
So get up on that piano boy and play your ass off
You’re playing real good, everybody sing along
If your bang is out of beat, everybody move along
Playin’ something real we can hang a home song
Sing a rebel song
and watch us march along won’t ya come along
Oh these times are hard

Ya meet Jenny meet Peat meet Mary meet Keith
There bustin’ on the streets seven days a week
Pay a pound pay a penny make it full or leave it empty
They play you listne that’s brandy
It’s 2 a.m. now we’re dancing in the rain and uhh
Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone
These are my people these are my crowd
And I’m never too proud to sing about

Oh we’ll remember this night when we’re old and grey
’cause in the future these will be the good ol’ days
Ya we’re arm and arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol’ days
Ya we’re arm and arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol’ days

The good ol’ good ol’ days
The good ol’ days
The good ol’ good ol’ days
The good ol’ good ol’ days
The good ol’ days
The good ol’ good ol’ days
The good ol’ good ol’ days
The good ol’ days
The good ol’ good ol’ days
The good ol’ good ol’ days

Oh I got a whole place singing ya singing this song
Even the old man there with the paddy hats on
Singin’
Ohhhh ohhhh
Oh I got a whole place singing ya singing this song
Even the girl over there with the red dress on
Singin’
Ohhhh ohhhh
She’s singin’
Ohhhh ohhhh

I got the whole bar dinrking ya singing jones
And the guys over there with the big tattoos
Singin’
Ohhhhhh ohhhh
Drinkin’ and singin’
Ohhhh ohhhh
The emo girls with the college degree
And her tag along friend with the fake ID
Singin’
Ohhh ohhh

Oh ya we’re arm and arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol’ days

The good ol’ good ol’ days
The good ol’ days
The good ol’ good ol’ days
The good ol’ good ol’ days
The good ol’ days
The good ol’ good ol’ days
The good ol’ good ol’ days
The good ol’ day
The good ol’ good ol’ days
The good ol’ good ol’ days
These uh these uh be the good ol’ days
Good ol’ days ya
The good ol’ days