The Script
Lyricist: Ben Sargeant、Mark Sheehan、Daniel O'Donoghue Composer: Ben Sargeant、Mark Sheehan、Daniel O'Donoghue
Up in the bar off smoking cigars
While we are drinking lrish whiskey straight from the jar
Taking bout them better days are not that far
Whoever's coming back to mine you better bring a guitar
Ya play a sad song ya sing it from the heart
Tell a sad story and tell it from the start
Pass me on the plane that you made into arch
Ya passing through my skin like a heroin dart
When someone's scrumming on the streets
And there spitting things everyone's moving grooving
Vibes will be of the scenes
They gonna tell you with that passion and that soul
When the first verse drops you'll be fighting back the tears and all
While another man is crying in his beers in all
While his woman saying 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...
Oh well remember this night when were old an grey
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days
Oh...
Oh ya were arm and arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days
Ten o'clock and its off what started as a pub crawl
Now were all lost
Better live it up tonight tomorrows gonna cost
So get up on that piano boy and play you're at off
You're playing real good everybody sing along
If your bang is out of beat everybody move along
Playing 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 meat Jenny meat Peat meat Marry meat Keith
There busting on the streets seven days a week
Pay a pound pay a penny make it full or leave it empty
They play you listen that's brandy
It's two a.m. now were dancing in the rain and uh
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...
Oh well remember this night when were old an grey
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days
Oh...
Oh ya were arm and arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days (Oh...oh...)
The good ol' the good ol' days
The good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days
The good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days
The good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days
Oh I got a whole place singing ya singing this song
Even the old man there with the paddy hats on
Singing oh oh you wanna sing it sing it (Oh... oh...)
Oh I got a whole place singing ya singing this song
Even the girl over there with the red dress on
Singing oh oh she singing (Oh... oh...)
I got a whole bar ya singing this jones
And the guys over there with the big tattoos
Singing oh oh drinking and singing (Oh... oh...)
The emo girl with the college degree
And her tag along friends with the fake ID
Singing (Oh... oh...)
Oh...
Oh ya were arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days
The good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days
The good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days
The good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days
The good ol' the good ol' days
These uh these be the the good ol' days
Good ol' days ya
The good ol' days