Words and Music by
DYLAN HICHENS AND SIMON VAN WYK

I heard the other week, Oprah Winfrey’s feeling bleak
She can’t afford to buy more books, or the 1 million to maintain her looks
At least she’ll remain thin without all her cooks

I heard the other day, the Easter Bunny has gone away
He couldn’t afford to pay his rent and the tooth fairy couldn’t lend him a cent
Times are even bad for imaginary friends

Back in those good old days, when I could still fill my tank
Back in those good old days, when you could rely on banks
Back when those coupon books were just junk mail you’d discard
I remember when times weren’t all that hard

I heard that last night Bono’s in financial plight
U2 album sales have halved so all the children in Africa will starve
The Edge can’t buy more effects for his guitar

I heard that last hour, Sasko Sam ran out of flour
Snap and Crackle were feeling low, because Kellogs had to let Pop go
I’ve heard he’s gone to apply at Bokomo

Back in those good old days, when I could still feed my pets
Back in those good old days, when they didn’t need a vet
Back when your glass bottles were not your next pay cheque 
I remember when times weren’t such a wreck

Back in those good old days, when I could buy past my need
Back in those good old days, when our credit fuelled our greed
Back when your shopping sprees stopped being so reserved 
I remember when times weren’t so deserved
Wo ho ho, I remember when times weren’t so deserved
Wo ho ho, I remember when times weren’t so deserved

I heard one second ago, the music industry’s taking a blow
bands can’t afford to finish songs and