Good Old Times

No need to be in the mood to go out on a Saturday night
 You just gotta move to the groove of the music under the spotlihgt
 And dance with your eyes closed like no-one else is looking
 Pay no attention to what all the pretty girls watching could be thinking
 'Cause now you're alive you might aswell enjoy it
 'Cause once you're dead you'll be thrown inside a pit
 And there won't be no dance floor, there won't be no mirror ball
 That last nail on the coffin could just mean the end of all
 The good old times
 You'll have plenty of time to settle down somewhere in the country
 Find yourself a pretty girl who wants to live like a gipsy
 Play songs in the meadows, play figures with the shadows
 Sip hot tea and fall asleep, sat next to a fire glow
 'Cause yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mistery
 Today's a gift from life to you, to him, to her and to me
 So all you happy-go-lukies, let's go out to party
 Regrets are hard to forget, but there's no need to forget or regret
 The good old times
 The good, the old, the times
 So God bless the good old times
 We all need the good all times
 Don't ever underestimate the good old times
 So God bless the good old times
 We all need the good all times
 Don't ever underestimate the good old times