Back In The Day
Hustle we would till break of morn
The clubs open well past dawn
Break night, breakfeast and then to bed
These days still live inside our head
The shoes back then were platform style
I know we had them for awhile
Multi colored shirts, some solid
Friday, pay day and cash in wallet
Gold chains, unbuttoned shirts, chest exposed
Lay back at bars and struck a pose
Looking cool oh so we thought
We'd look for her the girl so sought
Big hair, some slick and combed back
Thinking Travolta as a matter of fact
Dress to kill in some white suit
We'd flirt with moves and her so cute
The drinks would come and never stop
Bartender, friend, retired cop
Would pour and serve as we would pound
Our beer, shot glass and several rounds
Cool was then where everyone
Would know you or that someone
It was a time that won't return
It seems that bridge has now been burned
But still we think, sometimes we dream
Back in the day, the best of times to us it seems
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