G.O.D. (Good Old Days)

I've been thinking 'bout the good old days Decorated in a candy glaze Each pretty ink blot pane L tells a different tale Each photo on the mantle, sweet memories that never will 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 get together and ride around in a black and white I've been thinking 'bout the good old days My silly clothes and my silly ways Each drunken drugstore purchase, each chemical advance Seven days a weekend and every day the same old dizzy dance So pick me up on a weekday night We get together and ride around in a black and white I've been thinking 'bout the good old days My silly clothes and my silly ways Each drunken drugstore purchase, each chemical advance Seven days a weekend and every day the same old dizzy dance Every day the same old dizzy dance Every day the same old dizzy dance