Charles Aznavour — Pretty Shitty Days

Those were the days, hungry days, needing more, having less I learned the game, wanting fame, and success I left behind, as I climbed, as I raced against time My old pals, my sweet gals, and my pretty shitty days Those early years, selfish years, full of me, full of schemes A foolish mind, running blind, chasing dreams The bridges burned, bridges crossed, were the way that I lost My old pals, my sweet gals, and my pretty shitty days Crazy times I shared with all my pals Burning love I made with all my gals And the shitty days I now recall Never could have been really so heavy at all I'm very proud, proud of myself Hah, and why not, why not, I've done well Got my health, my wealth, what the hell Known by all, life is bliss, but inside I still miss My pals, my gals, my pretty shitty days All the careless days of fooling 'round Weighing up the balance I have found That those shitty days I now recall Never could have been really so heavy at all Those were the days, crazy days, crazy ways, gay parade The times we crashed, getting smashed, getting laid We had the steam, had a ball, had a dream, had it all My old pals, my sweet gals, and those pretty shitty days Oh yes, ah yes, I remember, it was absolutely marvelous Fantastic, with my, my pals, my beautiful gals And those pretty shitty days