Old Sailor walked my way
Sipped his pint and told me about his day
Hey Hey
He said "Son, the times have changed
And nothing ever seems to stay the same"
Hey Hey
"You got your widescreen sets
Your dead-cert bets
Wine, women, song and dance
Always practice safe sex
Sinking colour fast food
Having some booze
Porta-bubble phones
Got your hair like Keith Moon

In My Day noone searched through my turn-ups
In My Day noone stole from their neighbours
In My Day catch a film - you 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
Well I realised after a while
He'd robbed me blind and slipped away
Hey Hey
He nicked my twelve-quid watch
My left foot sock
Four dosh in the pocket of my stay-pressed slacks
So the days haven't changed
Exactly the same
Take away the change - Same days, same ways

"In My Day noone searched through my turn-ups
In My Day noone stole from their neighbours
In My Day catch a film - you got some pay left
In My Day"

Hey Hey
Hey Hey...