Back in the Day - Akira the Don

Believe it not I wasn’t always this massive

I didn’t haved a beard and I didn’t need glasses

I liked to read

Secret Seven and The BFG

Spider man comic books

Heavy metal magazines

Whatever, I dug words and we didn’t have a telly mate

Jus ran about the place and played

Every single lucky day

Lucky me

I was raised

In a valley

In Wales

Big Lakes

Slate mountains

Fountains

You could hear the echoes of your shouting ringing out for miles

Knew all the neighbours round the way they faces was all smiles

The nearest town was miles

But why should I care?

When everything a little kid could want was right there?

Frogspawn, long grass

Tower, come see man!

Tricicle, paddle pool

Power fist He Man!

Can you believe man

I wished those years away

Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be like I was back in the day

For one day

(Chorus) Back in the day I was young

I’m not a kid anymore

But somedays

I wish I was a kid again

Back in the day I was young

I’m not a kid anymore

But somedays

I wish I was a kid again

But soon school comes

And so ends the summertime

Unready for a glummer time

Initially I’m stunned and I’m

Sure shit’ll be just fine but it isn’t

The whole process turns your nest into a prison

What was is is what is isn’t

What you thought was just a dream

And What you have to now accept

Is that some people will be mean

There’s a world that comes between

What you’ve thought and you’ve seen

If you you’re gonna get on you must now

Abandon what you’ve been

And become what they say or

They will make you pay, oh

Each and very day you’re

Certified a gayer

From that plastic chair you’re sitting in

The trousers that you’re shitting in

The margins that you’ve written in

You’re having trouble fitting in

They’ll break your brain if you give em a chance

Whether it be 'tacking what you look like or the way you choose to dance

If you question for a second then they’ll be blowing down your house

But whatver, don’t you ever, don’t you ever shut your mouth, son

Putting up a bit of a protest

When your mam tries washing you

Adam and The Ants outs inherent moshing

You’ve no real concept of rock what’s popular

You don’t give a gosh if you’ve got no dosh

And you don’t get told anything about hiroshima

You think you’re the dopest and there ain’t no stopping you

And there ain’t no stopping you —

Over field, up a wall

Doesn’t matter if you fall

Anythings possible

When you’re small

As I recall, I felt far more tall

I’m sure I was far more cool

And all we had to worry about was, like, woodlice and bug bites

Feathers and gobshites

Bedtime in daylight

In awe of the weather, yeah we’re clever, how:

I guess we’ll never be as young as we are right now…