Bygone Times

He's just an old man
sitting at his window
He remembers at the bygone times
He can't believe that the years passed by
as he was young, free and fine

But there's one thing
it is in his mind,
the beats are always still the same.
And a melody remind from his good old times
and the music begin to play

His friends are all away
he is the one who is still alive
And he remembers at the bygone times
the old band, the sound, the mates
and the show they ever made.

And now he know
what is to do,
the Whisky tastes so fine,
And a melody remind from his good old times
and the music begin to play

Ref:
|: It is this sweet SKA music
It's that what's in his mind
It is this sweet SKA music
It is what doesn't let him die :|