I like it when you turn the radio onYou still get worked up to your favorite songEven when you sing the wrong wordsAt the top of your lungsI like the way you're able to ignoreYou've told the same joke ten times beforeBefore you say the punchlineYou'll lay down on the floorOne thing I can count onI never get boredYou might be crazyI might be lazyBut I like it that wayI think it's time, timeWe break out the good wineRaise a glass and sayThese still are the good old daysWell, I like the way that you try to explainYou don't know who it is or what is his nameBut he was in that movieThe one about the showThen you get madThen you get madThen you get madAnd you are one of a kindAnd you just as good as I amYou'll lay down on the floorhöggernYou'll lay down on the floorYou're an idiotWhen you say hogyYou forget what you sayGood old days.Oh, yeah.We might be crazy.We might be lazy.It's just fine that way.I think it's high timewe break outtogether.In the moonshine.Oh, we call it a day.Oh, and as long as we're walking,we'll still be rocking.Yeah, we're rocking away.I think it's high timewe break out the good wine.Raise a glass and say,hey,we've come a long way.But these stillare the good old days.The good old days.I like itwhen you turn the radio on.The good old days.The good old days.The good old days.