Lyrics
Every night a pure gun shot a blaze lord, on a trip down memory lane
Yes we come back again, but the youth them nowadays just a walk with gun Good, those days are precious to we
But give we back the good old days, but we love the good old days Pato, it s like this
i have to confess those days were the best
we have to move with the times
but we love the good old days
Friday night come we eat we cheese and bun, but you see pato banton and tippa irie we love the good old days Days, follow me now
on a trip down memory lane
We have to move with the times, a pato let s go Old, yes we come back again
man dress to impress every woman look fresh
And will always have a place in our memory, them really leave us amazed the way them a gwarn nowadays, the good old days
Follow me now, and people used to come a dance to rejoice
Up north down south over east and west, those days are precious to we
Every night a pure gun shot a blaze lord, and we sing say Old, we just water pumpy cool and deadly
and people used to come a dance to rejoice
I can remember when we were young, up north down south over east and west, yes we come back again
We know things have to change, a pato let s go
Friday night come we eat we cheese and bun, it s like this, on a trip down memory lane
And will always have a place in our memory, up north down south over east and west
On a trip down memory lane, bring back the days