The Good Times
The person who said, "One last drink," has headed to bed
Just the wood in that old burning fire keeps me company instead
As I watch it just crackle and burn, there's one bitter lesson I learn
Don't take for granted the things she did and she said
They say that the pub cellar here has a couple of ghosts (ooh-ooh)
The Landlord and landlady, 13th century hosts (ooh-ooh)
They would drink too much, then they would fight
I still hear them blaspheming at night
At least those two specters still argue from pillar to post
They lived through the good times
Struggled through bad times
The pub, it reopened then closed
Put up a new sign, took down the old sign
New problems only arose
They put on a disco, put on a raffle
Even put on a pub quiz
The death of the disco, probably her fault
The death of relationship his
As I look at the pub clock, it's turning the small hand to three
Previously, this time of night, she'd be listening to me
Now the conversation I got, like the convict, it ain't a real lot
The jailbird you feel sorry for has more partners than me
In the middle of August I see, when the beer garden's packed (ooh-ooh)
They order their drinks and I feel like the opening act (ooh-ooh)
That banter they have in the sun
Is worse 'cause some have us none
Joke told to self is less funny, that's just a fact
They lived through the good times
Struggled through bad times
The pub, it reopened then closed
Put up a new sign, took down the old sign
New problems only arose
They put on a disco, put on a raffle
Even put on a pub quiz
The death of the disco, probably her fault
The death of relationship his
She's the first girl I kissed that caused me to cry
That gave me real heartache but set my soul free
I lit the first cigarette that caused the addiction
That gave her the cancer and took her from me
They lived through the good times
Struggled through bad times
The pub, it reopened then closed
Put up a new sign, took down the old sign
New problems only arose
They put on a disco, put on a raffle
Even put on a pub quiz
The death of the disco, probably her fault
The death of relationship his
The death of relationship his
Just the wood in that old burning fire keeps me company instead
As I watch it just crackle and burn, there's one bitter lesson I learn
Don't take for granted the things she did and she said
They say that the pub cellar here has a couple of ghosts (ooh-ooh)
The Landlord and landlady, 13th century hosts (ooh-ooh)
They would drink too much, then they would fight
I still hear them blaspheming at night
At least those two specters still argue from pillar to post
They lived through the good times
Struggled through bad times
The pub, it reopened then closed
Put up a new sign, took down the old sign
New problems only arose
They put on a disco, put on a raffle
Even put on a pub quiz
The death of the disco, probably her fault
The death of relationship his
As I look at the pub clock, it's turning the small hand to three
Previously, this time of night, she'd be listening to me
Now the conversation I got, like the convict, it ain't a real lot
The jailbird you feel sorry for has more partners than me
In the middle of August I see, when the beer garden's packed (ooh-ooh)
They order their drinks and I feel like the opening act (ooh-ooh)
That banter they have in the sun
Is worse 'cause some have us none
Joke told to self is less funny, that's just a fact
They lived through the good times
Struggled through bad times
The pub, it reopened then closed
Put up a new sign, took down the old sign
New problems only arose
They put on a disco, put on a raffle
Even put on a pub quiz
The death of the disco, probably her fault
The death of relationship his
She's the first girl I kissed that caused me to cry
That gave me real heartache but set my soul free
I lit the first cigarette that caused the addiction
That gave her the cancer and took her from me
They lived through the good times
Struggled through bad times
The pub, it reopened then closed
Put up a new sign, took down the old sign
New problems only arose
They put on a disco, put on a raffle
Even put on a pub quiz
The death of the disco, probably her fault
The death of relationship his
The death of relationship his
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Writer(s): Jonathan Ralph Noblett, Paul David Heaton
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