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We're walking through the streets where I was born
My hair ain't spiky and my shirt ain't torn
But we're walking fast 'cause there ain't no law
I was born in Dagenham but I can't walk there anymore
'Cause these, they are the good, good, good times
'Cause these, they are the good, good, good times
Was it Bernabe or rock 'n' roll?
When we decided Alex Ferguson had to go
'Cause he was a pervert in Saint-Heronmore
A few days had passed and we were up off the floor
'Cause these, they are the good, good, good times
'Cause these, they are the good, good, good times
Well on the end of the flower there's a girl in need
Peanut butter and winning wouldn't tempt my greed
'Cause she'd been squeezed and I'm so cruel
Who is the fool? Because I'm never cruel
'Cause these, they are the good, good, good times
'Cause these, they are the good, good, good times
Yeah, these, they are the good, good, good times
'Cause these, they are the good, the good, the goody good times!