(Sung in a Glasgow accent)
When we were wee we were oot aw day
When mother kicked us oot to play
Broken sticks and empty cans o beans
Dodgy ball and building dens Eighteen hunner o your friends
Trying to kick the baw like Dixie Deans
Yer cousin’s shoes that were far too Wee
Yer breeks aw ripped way climbing trees
A bleeding nose way fighting noo and then.
Building fires and chopping trees I learnt aboot the birds and bees
Fay Annie Green in Calums Butt and ben
And where have those days gone
The memories are lingering on
Kids today don’t know they’re born.
The kids today they think were old nicotine fingers going bald
Terrified to use remote controls. Smelly socks and worn out slipper s
Designer shorts Aye their baggy knickers
Grotty auld cardies cause we feel the cauld
But the kids the day don’t have a clue
Their board way life way nought to do
But play way all their electronic games
Way Rike nebok aw the gear changing them three times a year
And life’s so S*** their always blaming you
And where have my days gone?
Memories are lingering on
Kids today don’t know they’re born.
We didn’y steal we didn’y mug we didn’y run aboot like thugs
We couldn’y spell so we didn’y spray our names
We used our time between our meals
Way catapults and old pram wheels
Building bogies (go carts) skyting (going fast) doon the lane
Now I’m not old I’m sixty-two
I’ve had a tougher life than you
It was hard but I was in control
Nothing handed on a plate I know the music wasn’t great
Till Elvis he invented rock and roll
And where have my days gone?
Memories are lingering on
Kids today don’t know they’re born.
Yea see the young ones noo a’ days Like zombies way acute malaise
Lemonade spiked full of alcohol
Yea never see them hide and seek kick a fitbaw doon the street
Nay wonder Scotland canny kick a baw.
But the young ones say that we’re to blame
And we should really be ashamed
For we’re the ones that showed them what to day
And noo we’re auld and need a hawn
Who’re we going to call at dawn? It’s the young ones each and every day
And my days are almost gone
Every day I need a hawn
THANK GOD THE KIDS WERE BORN
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