[Verse 1] It was a time of chillin’ and running free Kicking balls, playing cricket, climbing every tree Full of laughter, green fields we would amble Fishing by the lake, up scree paths we’d scramble [Verse 2] Betamax were hardcore, but VHS won that war Yeah, man cassettes were a thing. Weekend mixtapes and radio shows Four channels on the TV, but there were more highs than lows [Pre-Chorus] Yeah it was great I loved being me, Back in good ol’ Nineteen Eighty-Three [Chorus] It was a different time, I felt better back then Didn’t have any stuff, but plenty of friends The countryside was rich, with flowers in bloom Now over-run with concrete doom I long for back then, when I was free Back to the good ol’ times of Nineteen Eighty-Three Yeah, yeah I long for Nineteen Eighty-Three [Verse 3] Sweet shops were top, so much to choose from Ten Penny mix, yeah a quid would go far Stickerbooks and pens, no living through a lens Yeah, technology took away the dream for me How I wish, yes, how I wish, it was Nineteen Eighty-Three [Bridge] It is all in the past It could never last Things have moved on But the memories are never gone Take me back to good ol’ Nineteen Eighty-Three [Chorus] It was a different time, I felt better back then Didn’t have any stuff, but plenty of friends The countryside was rich, with flowers in bloom Now over-run with concrete doom I long for back then, when I was free Back to the good ol’ times of Nineteen Eighty-Three It was a different time, I felt better back then Didn’t have any stuff, but plenty of friends The countryside was rich, with flowers in bloom Now over-run with concrete doom I long for back then, when I was free Back to the good ol’ times of Nineteen Eighty-Three I long for Nineteen Eighty-Three.
