Those were the days, the crazy days
There were girls, with fire within
Those were the days, the crazy days
Taste of new daring's, grand experiences
There were girls, with fire within
So much I miss those golden days
What's left today, gray at the temple
A nagging wife at home, asking for a paycheck
Form dawn until dusk she forces me to work
Her charming smile has changed in to a scream of a hag
On the sofa she is sitting, following the world of soap opera
Her size is increasing, can't fit into anything
My eye is tearing up, when I search in my memory
For those best times of my bachelor years
Those were the days, the crazy days
Taste of new confessions, grand experiences
There were girls, with fire within
So much I miss those golden days
Those were great times, parties, dances
Each night a different gal gave me happiness
No responsibilities, just joy and adventure
Buddies, cold brew, today there is just wife
There is nothing carefree, just responsibility
Sometime there is pleasure, when the wife is leaving
Sorrow grasps my heart, when I reminisce of freedom
Now it's done, it has all ended
Those were the days, the crazy days
Taste of new confessions, grand experiences
There were girls, with fire within
So much I miss those golden days
Those were great times, parties, dances
Each night a different gal gave me happiness
No responsibilities, just joy and adventure
Buddies, cold brew, today there is just wife
Those were the days, the crazy days
Taste of new confessions, grand experiences
There were girls, with fire within
So much I miss those golden days