Stop the presses! Sound the bells! I’ve written (finished, not just another fragment) a song that’s not tied to someone’s birthday!

Back in My Day

Back in my day
I was the one who got picked on the most
Chased home from school by the boys who boast
That they could ruin my day

Back in my day
I turned around and gave them what for
And they didn’t bother me no more
Way back in my day

I don’t know how you can sit up there
And drink your mountain air
I’m doing fine down on the ground
Living life
Like back in my day

Back in my day
I worked the farm from the age of ten
Earning two dollars an hour then
Trying to pinch and save

Back in my day
I followed Dad just to learn the trade
Out to Niagara and back again
Way back in my day

I don’t know how you can sit up there
And drink your mountain air
I’m doing fine down on the ground
Living life
Like back in my day

Back in my day
We used to all play outside
Without our parents helicoptering by

Back in my day
The geeks weren’t cool
We just tried to survive

I don’t know how you can sit up there
And drink your mountain air
I’m doing fine down on the ground
Living life
Like back in my day
Back in my day
Back in my old man day