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Good Old Days!

Posted by CFMBabs , 29 September 2006 · 994 views

Mum, do you remember the war she asked! an innocent question indeed
I'm doing a school project and an old person I need
How old do you think I am!, you cheeky little chump
You never ask a lady her age you might just get a thump
Well do you remember the war or not! I'm simply asking you
Which one are you asking about!, please not 1942

I was just a little twinkle in a very young lads eye
I wasn't born till the 60s and I won't tell you a lie
I was raised to the sound of the Beatles 4 lads from Liverpool
And I was just a little kid skipping off to school
We didn't have computers then in fact we had nowt
And if we couldn't afford to buy it we'd simply go without

I remember watching the old TV it was black and white back then
And gran and grandad argued about who'd switch it off at ten
They wouldn't let me watch it if the programme was too late
And if the news was on at five o clock my programmes would have to wait
They were never really violent, no swearing or bad scenes
In fact I wasn't allowed up late till I was well into my teens

So, No, I don't remember the war, perhaps it's just as well
Coz I have happy memories and only those I have to tell
I know that thing's must have been hard, my gran she told me so
And food was rationed for everyone, the mountain was so low
They didn't have fresh fruit or veg and sometimes not enough
They made do and mend with everything, they really had it rough

I remember she told an old story about a bomb that never blew
And kids all climbed upon it till the boys turned up in blue
They took it to the munition works and melted the whole thing down
And made another explosive device to throw back at another town
The windows had to be covered, no lights allowed after dark
And only the sound of the sirens and a lonesome doggy bark
And when it was all over, they thanked their lucky stars
And climbed out of their shelters like they'd been behind cell bars

My gran she died in the 70s and then I was a teenager too
She laughed at all my clothing, the flares were something new
The men all had moustache's long hair and baggy suits
And some of them had shaved their head's and wore red bovver boots
I told my nan they were skinheads, the others you could see for a mile
But all she did was laugh at them. "What a mess, you call that style"
They need their hair cutting, the others they need it to grow
I'm sure they feel uncomfy and doing it all just for show.
And when I came home in hot pants, she nearly had a fit
You'll rip those pants if you bend down, or even try to sit
You can see every little crease and every little fold
You'll catch your death if you go out you'll be too ###### cold.

Now I'm what you call old, 45 clapped out no good
And I would have those years back if I only could
For you may have your mods and cons and short of nothing it's true
But we knew how to have a good time and we didn't need owt new
Our friends well, they were trusty, and on who you could depend
And if you needed any help a thoughtfull hand they'd lend
So, No I don't remember the war, I kind of wish I had
Coz all the things that happen today, back then were'nt so bad

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