I remember my old red bike
With the black banana seat
Wearing toughskins, riding round
With my friends on Woodward Street
Flying down the hill
With my arms up in the air
The plaster cast on my right arm
Cause I had to take the dare
Those Were The Days

Whiskey Bottom Road
The bridge down by the mill
Go to the quarry and watch them swim
Staying home pretending I was ill
Kissin’ Angie for the very first time
Behind the shed in our backyard
Mr. Leon selling berries
From the back of his chevy car
Those Were The Days 

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Those Were The Days that I remember
Before I came of age
In the book of who I am
Each one was a separate page
Those Were The Days
Oh, Those Were The Days

Thirty odd years have come and gone
And everything changed for me
Mr. Leon has been long gone and
Angie married, but not to me.
My middle school is a big parking lot
The mill is now a mall
I went back to see my childhood house
The house wasn’t there at all
Those were the days

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Then I realized how little that meant
If I saw the past with my eyes
Those days I spent will last forever
As memories in my mind
Those Were The Days

I gave my son his own red bike
With a black form fitted seat.