It seems when I walk these streets That it all comes back to me Playing games like Hide and Seek Kiss and Tell and playing hooky We used to run around In those gardens Picking roses from The neighbours bush She'd come out Shouting all ballistic And we'd run Beating down the concrete And though the names Have all changed Those streets still stand House and frame And those the kids Took husbands and wives Those were the Best days of our lives I thought if I would run away I'd take my stuff in A cloth tied to a stick Wrapped maybe a Kalakukko Some pyjamas And some socks Where we'd go maybe No one knows A touch of nature in Prospect Park We took the bus To Rockaway Beach An we didn't come Home till dark And though the names Have all changed Those streets still stand House and frame And those the kids Took husbands and wives Those were the Best days of our lives