"Good Old Days Of The Cold War" lyrics
30 years give a take a few in the wilderness
The bear is sleeping still
The creeping rise of democracy has been a bitter pill
In my youth, days were sunny
Tanks and guns and lot's of money
Let's get back to the good old days of the cold war
When you never knew, who was sleeping under your bed
This one's gonna be so much better than the old war
This time, we're really gonna paint the town red
Let's get back to the good old days of the cold war
Gonna roll up our sleeves, like we did with JFK
This one's gonna be so much better gonna snowball
We're gonna get the old gang back, Hey what do you say?
Even as a boy I would march like a soldier to Red Square
To make my master plan
Now as a man, tickles me, the Red Army wait for my command
Though it's true I was born smaller
History will make me taller... And taller!... And taller!
Let's get back to the good old days of the cold war
When you never knew, who was sleeping under your bed
This one's gonna be so much better than the old war
This time, we're really gonna paint the town red
Does my bomb look big in this?
Big enough for an anarchist
Your little bomb looks good on you
And size don't matter if you believe that's true
Mine will fly ten thousand miles
But we don't need them, when we've got smiles
And you've got pipelines, I can see
For miles and miles and miles
He's Putin it about. Putin it about
Putin it about. Putin it about...
Let's get back to the good old days of the cold war
When you never knew, who was sleeping under your bed
This one's gonna be so much better than the old war
This time, we're really gonna paint the town red
Let's get back to the good old days of the cold war
That's what we're gonna do
We're gonna roll it on down the hill like a snowball
We're gonna get the old gang back
My kingdom is under attack!
We're gonna get the old gang back, Hey what do you say?
The bear is sleeping still
The creeping rise of democracy has been a bitter pill
In my youth, days were sunny
Tanks and guns and lot's of money
Let's get back to the good old days of the cold war
When you never knew, who was sleeping under your bed
This one's gonna be so much better than the old war
This time, we're really gonna paint the town red
Let's get back to the good old days of the cold war
Gonna roll up our sleeves, like we did with JFK
This one's gonna be so much better gonna snowball
We're gonna get the old gang back, Hey what do you say?
Even as a boy I would march like a soldier to Red Square
To make my master plan
Now as a man, tickles me, the Red Army wait for my command
Though it's true I was born smaller
History will make me taller... And taller!... And taller!
Let's get back to the good old days of the cold war
When you never knew, who was sleeping under your bed
This one's gonna be so much better than the old war
This time, we're really gonna paint the town red
Does my bomb look big in this?
Big enough for an anarchist
Your little bomb looks good on you
And size don't matter if you believe that's true
Mine will fly ten thousand miles
But we don't need them, when we've got smiles
And you've got pipelines, I can see
For miles and miles and miles
He's Putin it about. Putin it about
Putin it about. Putin it about...
Let's get back to the good old days of the cold war
When you never knew, who was sleeping under your bed
This one's gonna be so much better than the old war
This time, we're really gonna paint the town red
Let's get back to the good old days of the cold war
That's what we're gonna do
We're gonna roll it on down the hill like a snowball
We're gonna get the old gang back
My kingdom is under attack!
We're gonna get the old gang back, Hey what do you say?
