Oh, some times I think back to when I was younger   Life was so much simpler then   Dad would be up at dawn   He'd be watering the lawn   Or maybe going fishing again      Oh, and mom would be fixing up something in the kitchen   Fresh biscuits or hot apple pie   And I'd spend all day long in the basement   Torturing rats with a hacksaw   And pulling the wings off of flies      Those were the good old days   Those were the good old days   The years go by but the memory stays   And those were the good old days      I can still remember good old Mr. Fender   Who ran the corner grocery store   Oh, he'd stroll down the aisle with a big friendly smile   And he'd say, "Howdy", when you walked in the door      Always treated me nice, gave me kindly advice   I don't know why I set fire to his place   Oh, I'll never forget the day, I bashed in his head   Well you should've seen the look on his face      Let me tell ya now   Those were the good old days   Those were the good old days   The years go by but the memory stays   And those were the good old days      Do you remember sweet Michelle   She was my high school romance   She was fun to talk to and nice to smell   So I took her to the homecoming dance      Then I tied her to a chair and I shaved off all her hair   And I left her in the desert all alone   Well sometimes in my dreams   I can still hear the screams   Oh, I wonder if she ever made it home      I tell ya   Those were the good old days   Those were the good old days   The years go by but the memory stays   And those were the good old days      Let me tell ya, buddy   Those were the good old days   Those were the good old days   The years go by but the memory stays   And those were the good old days