[bad word] from a time so different from this 
Sometimes your era can be a bliss 
Back then to hear the music that we play 
Was not that easy as it is today 

People had to travel some hundred miles away 
But was it really worth the price they had to pay 
Without amps we were not loud enough 
And our music of that time was not that rough 

Modern times throw me in a daze 
My eyes are burning from the blaze 
Feels like being in a pit - but 
I get used to it 

If there was something to celebrate 
Something [bad word] 
We had much more than a cask of wine 
This is why we lost track of time 

To court our men had much more to dare 
To get the ladies - it's so unfair 
Two hundred years later, how have men advanced 
It's all so clear, the ladies lead the dance 

Modern times throw me in a daze 
My eyes are burning from the blaze 
Feels like being in a pit - But 
I get used to it