It was a time when you could seal
A deal without the feel
To heal I just went to peel
And it was the same reel
I felt I was in a rut
But really just a. Slut
Tom. Harry and. Dick
I let no one stick
The nights were full of song
And usually at the crack of dawn
The last whisky was drunk
But at the moment I remember the dance floor ... packed
The virus was not the crisis
I showed up in Zara threads
The shirts came off on the floor
And I only looked for the door
When I needed a fag
And I could inhale an entire drag
It was my life and to be honest
It was bloody nice
It was not a bed of roses
And there was talk of a 12 step
Along the way ...
But I don’t remember the sad
And my lenses are now tinted rose
So what’s the point of this midnight ramble
Would I go back to that ?
That was then and this is now
It’s just different ... the rules
And world has changed
