Good Old Times - Smile

No need to be in the mood to go out on a Saturday night

You just gotta move to the groove of the music under the spotlihgt And dance

with your eyes closed like no-one else is looking

Pay no attention to what all the pretty girls watching could be thinking

'Cause now you’re alive you might aswell enjoy it

'Cause once you’re dead you’ll be thrown inside a pit

And there won’t be no dance floor, there won’t be no mirror ball

That last nail on the coffin could just mean the end of all

The good old times

You’ll have plenty of time to settle down somewhere in the country

Find yourself a pretty girl who wants to live like a gipsy

Play songs in the meadows, play figures with the shadows

Sip hot tea and fall asleep, sat next to a fire glow

'Cause yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mistery

Today’s a gift from life to you, to him, to her and to me

So all you happy-go-lukies, let’s go out to party

Regrets are hard to forget, but there’s no need to forget or regret

The good old times

The good, the old, the times

So God bless the good old times

We all need the good all times

Don’t ever underestimate the good old times

So God bless the good old times

We all need the good all times

Don’t ever underestimate the good old times