Those Were The Days

Back in the eighties, wild and free.. A golden time for you and me. We'd ride our bikes through streets unknown.. No screens, no apps.. just flesh and bone. Vinyl spun and cassettes played loud.. Walkmans made us feel so proud. Sunday sessions, pub lights dim.. Happy hour.. middies brimmed. Beaches burned with summer’s glow.. Boardies, sunburn, sand in tow. Bonfires crackled, smoke rose high.. Underneath the star-lit sky. Dating boys with puffy hair.. Lipstick smudged but didn’t care. Waiting by the phone each night.. Waiting for a call, he said he might. No ATMs—our cash was king.. Hard-earned dollars, ching ching ching. Weekend drives to hunt for fuel.. Breaking our parents curfew rule. Holden Kingswoods, Toranas too.. Panel vans with wicked crews. Number Three Carpark.. burnouts spun.. Late-night laughs and endless fun. Roller & Ice skating, ice so slick.. WAFL games and goal-side kicks. Live bands shook the pubs at night.. Fake IDs for the bouncer to sight. Ravenswood drags and bogans galore.. No respect for the rules or law. Chiko rolls and Fast Eddys feeds.. Hangover cures.. a friend in need. Fireworks lit the sky so bright.. Parties raged through endless nights. Australia Day, we stood so proud.. Singing anthems strong and loud. Sunday roasts with family near.. Good mates laughing, ice-cold beer. Life was simple, bold, and fast.. A time we knew would never last. Now we look back, hearts so full.. The eighties had that magic pull. No likes, no texts.. just love and grace.. Those were the days, our golden place.