Back In The Day

Believe it not I wasn't always this massive
I didn't haved a beard and I didn't need glasses
I liked to read
Secret Seven and The BFG
Spider man comic books
Heavy metal magazines
Whatever, I dug words and we didn't have a telly mate
Jus ran about the place and played
Every single lucky day
Lucky me
I was raised
In a valley
In Wales
Big Lakes
Slate mountains
Fountains
You could hear the echoes of your shouting ringing out for miles
Knew all the neighbours round the way they faces was all smiles
The nearest town was miles
But why should I care?
When everything a little kid could want was right there?

Frogspawn, long grass
Tower, come see man!
Tricicle, paddle pool
Power fist He Man!
Can you believe man
I wished those years away
Oh, what I wouldn't give to be like I was back in the day
For one day

(Chorus) Back in the day I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
But somedays
I wish I was a kid again
Back in the day I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
But somedays
I wish I was a kid again

But soon school comes
And so ends the summertime
Unready for a glummer time
Initially I'm stunned and I'm
Sure shit'll be just fine but it isn't
The whole process turns your nest into a prison
What was is is what is isn't
What you thought was just a dream
And What you have to now accept
Is that some people will be mean
There's a world that comes between
What you've thought and you've seen
If you you're gonna get on you must now
Abandon what you've been
And become what they say or
They will make you pay, oh
Each and very day you're
Certified a gayer
From that plastic chair you're sitting in
The trousers that you're shitting in
The margins that you've written in
You're having trouble fitting in
They'll break your brain if you give em a chance
Whether it be 'tacking what you look like or the way you choose to dance
If you question for a second then they'll be blowing down your house
But whatver, don't you ever, don't you ever shut your mouth, son

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Putting up a bit of a protest
When your mam tries washing you
Adam and The Ants outs inherent moshing
You've no real concept of rock what's popular
You don't give a gosh if you've got no dosh
And you don't get told anything about hiroshima
You think you're the dopest and there ain't no stopping you
And there ain't no stopping you -
Over field, up a wall
Doesn't matter if you fall
Anythings possible
When you're small
As I recall, I felt far more tall
I'm sure I was far more cool
And all we had to worry about was, like, woodlice and bug bites
Feathers and gobshites
Bedtime in daylight
In awe of the weather, yeah we're clever, how:
I guess we'll never be as young as we are right now...

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