Texty: Stereophonics. In My Day.

Old sailor walked my way,
Sipped his pint and told me about his day, hey hey,
Said "son times have changed and nothing ever seems to stay the same", hey hey,

You've got your wide-screen sets,
Your dead cert bets,
Wine, women, song and dance,
Always practice safe sex,
Think you call it fast food,
High percent booze,
Porta-bubble phones,
Got your hair like Keith Moon,

In my day, no-one searched through my turn ups,
In my day, no-one stole from their neighbours,
In my day, catch a film, you've got some pay left,
In my day, hey, hey

Old sailor walked away,
Left me to think how much the days have changed, hey, hey,
And I realized after a while,
He'd robbed me blind and slipped away, hey, hey,

He nicked my twelve quid watch,
My left foot sock,
Flicked ash in the pocket of my stay pressed slacks,
Said the days haven't changed, exactly the same,
Take away the change, same day, same ways,

In my day, no-one searched through my turn ups,
In my day, no-one stole from their neighbours,
In my day, catch a film, you've got some pay left,
In my day, hey, hey, hey hey