Back to the 18s

Back in the Andrew Jackson days,

when slavery still was praised

Back when all the boy’s wore lace (oo – oh, oh)

Like Jack the Ripper and Jesse James

When gay was just a word for glad

When reading books wasn’t really bad

Back when Dick was just a name (oo – oh oh)

When everyone thought Darwin was lame

Back to the 18s

Back to wigs

Back to wiping your behind with twigs (yeah)

And we go

Back to the 18s

Say "hey there Claude Monet"

Who painted landscapes and flower bouquets (yeah)

Those were the days

I’ll come back

To Hayden, Beethoven and Franz Liszt (oh, oh yeah)

Back to when Abraham Lincoln Existed

Come back (yeah)

Come back (yeah)

I’ll come back

When napoleon was the news

And when we didn’t have Tom Cruise

Back when people wore neck ruff

When everybody seemed to die from cough

All the men had bicornes on

And everybody loved Don Juan

Thanks for all the joy you given me

Now I’m playing flight of the bumblebee

Back to the 18s

Back to wigs

Back to wiping your behind with twigs

Those were the days and we go

Back to the 18s

Say "hey there Claude Monet"

Who painted landscapes and flower bouquets

Those were the days

I’ll come back

To Hayden, Beethoven and Franz Liszt (oh, oh yeah)

Back to when Abraham Lincoln Existed

Come back (yeah)

Come back (yeah)

I’ll come back

Hooray for steam boats and stethoscope

Hooray for all the years when Pius was pope

Hooray for Morse code and safety pins

Hooray for dishwashers and cosy inn’s

Back to the 18s

Back to wigs

Back to wiping your behind with twigs

Those were the days and we go

Back to the 18s

Say "hey there Claude Monet"

Who painted landscapes and flower bouquets

Those were the days

I’ll come back

Back to the greatness

Back in time

Back to all the things I wish were mine

Those were the days