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Looking back on when I was a little nappy-headed boy,
then my only worry was for Christmas what would be my toy.
Even though sometimes would not get,
we were happy with the joy the day would bring.
Sneaking out the back door to hang out with those hoodlum friends of mine, ooh;
greeted at the back door with “Boy, I thought I told you not to go outside.”
Tryin’ your best to bring the water to your eyes,
thinkin’ it might stop her from whoopin’ your behind.
I wish those days could come back once more.
Why did those days ever have to go?
I wish those days could come back once more