Glory Days

Written by

Errol Walsh

Downtown, bright lights, Saturday night

Aces from head to toe

Blue suede, drape coat, sharper than a cut-throat

Looking like a fashion show


Elvis on the jukebox, polka dots, bobby socks

Jiving to the jailhouse rock

Staying at a motel, heartbreak hotel playing on that radio


String ties, Levis, don't you roll those bloodshot eyes

Can't you see they're driving me wild

I was born in the forties, raised in the fifties

Growing up a rock & roll child


Jerry Lee telling me, everywhere there's going to be

Whole lotta shakin' going on

Peggy Sue whatcha say, Buddy that'll be the day

Lordy what a way to go


Glory days, glory days

Bring back those glory days

Glory days, glory days

Bring back those glory days


Remember rock around the clock

Bet you wished they'd never stop

Bring back those glory days

Glory days, glory days

Bring back those glory days