Those were the days
What is at the root of this
These are the days
Then hauled it back into town again
Gnawed, crumbled fingernails
One blustery day we rode out
Those were the days
She'll say, whatcha got
But of course I never mailed though
These are the days
And not only when it rains
My letters they're so maudlin
'Cause our friendship is strained
Ed lacquer is red vain is the varnish
Never doing tomahawk chops
What participle do you possess
A flaky head dandruff is distinguish
About this most exquisite onion soup
'Cause it was your turn in the loop, loop
When you were so cosmopolitan
We saw and were amazed
With a little touch of the sniffles
I wrote you an eloquent postcard once
And filthy socks
How come you went back to that malaria island
To the Meadowlands
She'll say, which I have not
Mississippi is a mess sometimes
When you were so cosmopolitan
