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Whenever I’m, from time to time, depressed

And the trauma wells and swells within my breast, I

Find some pride deep inside of me

As I fondly walk the lane of a memory, I see…

Bonaparte, a mean one

if ever I’ve seen one,

and Nero fiddling through that lovely blaze

Antoinette, dainty queen, with her quaint

guillotine

Yeahaha, those were the good old days

I see Indians dragging

an empty covered wagon

when scalping the settlers was the latest craze

And that glorious morn!

Jack the Ripper was born

Yeahaha, those were the good old days

iI’d sit in my rocking chair,

Peacefully rocking there

Counting my blessings by the score

The rack was in fashion

The plagues were my passion

Each day held a new joy in store

Was anybody happy?

I see cannibals munching

A missionary luncheon

The years may have flown

But the memory stays

Like the hopes that were dashed

When the stock market crashed

Yehaha, those were the good old days

I’d walk a million miles more

For some of the gore

Of those good old days!

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