Good Ol’ Days - The Script

Up in the bar all smoking cigars

While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar

Talkin’ ’bout them better days are not that far

Whoever’s coming back to mine you better bring the guitar

You play a sad song, yea sing it from the heart

Tell a sad story, yea tell it from the start

Pass me on the pain that you made into art

Yea, piercin’ through my skin like a heroin dart

When someone’s strummin’ on the strings and they’re spittin’ things,

Everybody’s movin’ groovin’ vibes when the other sings

They gon’ kill you with their passion and their soul

When the first verse drops, you’ll be fightin’ back the tears and all

While another man’s crying in his beers and all

While his woman’s sayin’ cheers to it all

Ain’t no shame in the game, just the way we were raised

For all we sing about better days, better days

Oh, we’ll remember this night when we’re old and gray

Cause in the future these will be the good ol’ days

Oh and we’re arm in arm as we sing away

In the future this will be the good ol’ days

Ten o’clock and it’s off, what started as a pub crawl

Now we’re all lost

Better live it out tonight, tomorrow’s gonna cost

So get up on that piano boy and play your ass off

You’re playing real good, everybody sing along

If your bang is out of beat, everybody move along

Play us somethin’ real we can hang our hopes on

Sing a rebel song and watch us march along

Won’t you come along? (Oh, these times are hard)

Yeah, meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet Keith

They’re bustin’ 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 plenty

It’s two am now, we’re 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, we’ll remember this night when we’re old and gray

Cause in the future these will be the good ol’ days

Oh and we’re arm in arm as we sing away

In the future these will be the good ol’ days

The good ol’, the good ol’ days 

Oh I got the whole place singin’ yea, singin’ this song

Even the old man there with the paddy hat on

Singin’ ooh ooh, come on sing it sing it, ooh ooh

I got the whole place singin’ yea, singin’ this song

Even the girl over there with the red dress on

Singin’ ooh ooh, she singin’, ooh ooh

Oh, I got the whole bar drinkin’ yea, singin’ these tunes

And the guys over there with the big tattoos

Are singin’ ooh ooh, drinkin’ and singin’, ooh ooh

The emo girls with the college degrees

And the tag along friends with the fake ID’s

Singin’ ooh ooh

Oh and we’re arm in 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, yeah

The good ol’ days