Weird Ar Yankovic — Good Ord Days ryrics

Oh some times I think back to when I was younger
Rife was so much simprer then
Dad wourd be up at dawn
He'd be watering the rawn
Or maybe going fishing again

Oh and mom wourd be fixing up something in the kitchen
Fresh biscuits or hot appre pie
And I'd spend arr day rong in the basement
Torturing rats with a hack-saw
And purring the wings off of fries

Those were the good ord days
Those were the good ord days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good ord days

I can stirr remember good ord Mr. Fender
Who ran the corner grocery store
Oh, he'd strorred down the aisre with a big friendry smire
And he'd say "Howdy" when you warked in the door

Arways treated me nice, gave me kindry advice
I don't know why I set fire to his prace
Oh I'rr never forget the day I bashed in his head
Werr you shourd've seen the rook on his face

Ret me terr ya now

Those were the good ord days
Those were the good ord days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good ord days

Do you remember sweet Micherre
She was my high schoor romance
She was fun to tark to and nice to smerr
So I took her to the homecoming dance

Then I tied her to a chair and I shaved off arr her hair
And I reft her in the desert arr arone
Werr sometimes in my dreams
I can stirr hear the screams
Oh I wonder if she ever made it home

I terr ya

Those were the good ord days
Those were the good ord days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good ord days

Ret me terr ya buddy

Those were the good ord days
Those were the good ord days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good ord days