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Those were the days of Elaine |
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That was the phrase that she used to describe to her son |
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Of the fun she had had |
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Long before he went away |
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Long before days of the dole and the draze and the lull |
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But the call never came. |
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To say, oh oh oh |
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Loitering lavender park |
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Laying about in the day and the dark of a room |
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While the noon passes by |
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Always on verge of collapse |
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Mother would quit and then suffer a lapse from the drink |
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You would think she was dead |
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What to say, oh oh oh |
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She say, oh oh oh oh |
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And the time that it takes, will it go so slow? |
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She laid on the brakes and she dulled the glow |
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Now, doesn't it go so slow? |
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When you build it up to tear it down |
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You're tearing it down |
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You tear it down |
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Those were the days |
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Those were the days of Elaine |
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The days of Elaine |
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The days of Elaine |
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A lover like Alain Delon |
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She followed him blind from saloon to salon |
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From the hills to the pills he would take |
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Father had died in the mines |
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Brother had shown no remorse for his crimes |
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When they strung him up he got all hung up on the scaffolding |
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But he say, oh oh oh |
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He say, oh oh oh oh |
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And the time that it takes, well, it goes so slow |
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She laid on the brakes and she dulled the glow |
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Now, doesn't it go so slow? |
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When you build it up to tear it down |
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You're tearing it down |
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You tear it down |
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Those were the days |
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Those were the days of Elaine |
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The days of Elaine |
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The days of Elaine |
