I remember the good old days When all the kids were at war The nazis were at our front door When half the kids come back in bags With one arm or with no legs
I remember the good old days When all the kids went to Vietnam Fought the commies but no one won The hippies were at home rioting And fighting and breaking bones
What was so good about the good old days? When whites and blacks were separated And all the jews were put in campsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.