I've been thinking about the good old days

Decorated in a candy glaze

Each pretty ink blot panel

Tells a different tale

Each photo on the mantle

Sweet memories that will never go stale

I've been climbing up the walls again

Living with a memory that might have been

So pick me up on a weekday night

We could get together and ride around in

The black and white

I've been thinking about the good old days

My silly clothes and my silly ways

Each drunken drugstore purchase

Each chemical advance

Seven days a weekend

Every day the same old dizzy dance