Oh yes – the seventies – those good old days of glam
Noddy’s so much older now with his Christmas pension plan
It wasn’t just the platform boots and terrible tank tops
But proper songs, guitars and drums on Top of the Pops
Once we danced to Tiger Feet
Now my helper cuts my meat
Once we had the Ballroom blitz
Now it’s just the bathroom shits
Yes, they were the good old days and now it won’t be long
Til the care home weekly Wednesday glam rock singalong
Once we wore brightly coloured flares but now we’re at the age
Where fifty shades of beige is really all the rage
Children of the revolution, twentieth century boys
Now it’s constitutionals – commode feel the noise
Once I was Aladdin Sane
Now I need a zimmer frame
Once I danced and did the strand
Now I need a stick to stand
Bingo every Tuesday, Wednesday bang the gong
For the care home weekly Wednesday glam rock singalong
Saturday nights – used to be for fightin’
Now it’s just another quiet night in
Once – your sugar baby love
And you – my coo ca choo
Now we haven’t got a clue
What are we to do ( eh who are you? )
Once I saw my baby jive
Now my baby’s ninety five
Memory’s so hazy now
But mama weer stir crazee now
My ding a ling no longer dings, it doesn’t even dong
A shang a lang is welcome but puppy love is wrong
At the care home weekly Wednesday glam rock singalong