I recall the good old days
But thankfully, they've gone
Now the ponies all are broken nags

That stumble as they groan
And throw the jockeys from their throne
When there are pitches left to dodge

And lions left to tame
But it's nothing but a dirty rotten shame
It's a dirty rotten shame

That when you're frivolous and strong
It isn't youth, its fearlessness
That has been wasted on the young

The cruel are in the cradle
And the bishop's in the bag
It's nothing but a dirty rotten shame


Now I find life a millionaire
That brags for rags and jewels

A snarling pup is wild enough
But as his anger proves
He's left to sharpen useless tools

That tear and graze and finer phrase
But few are worth the name
It's nothing but a dirty rotten shame


It's a dirty rotten shame
And that is not an idle boast

When all your courage and your strength
Will leave you as you need it most
When there are lamps to dampen

And cauliflowers to flip
It's nothing but a dirty rotten shame