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Where have all the good songs gone I knew from my young days When melodies and lyrics had something nice to say When Bing and Frank and Dean and pals would croon the night away Oh where have all the good songs gone I knew from my young days Now its bang wallop crash bang throw it in the ash pan screaming through the night Weird disguises monks and Keisers gives me such a fright Punks and rockers witch like boppers isnt it so sad I sometimes wonder have we all gone mad Where have all the good songs gone I knew from my young days When melodies and lyrivs had something nice to say When Bing and Frank and Dean and pals would croon the night away Oh where have all the good songs gone I knew from my young days Now its rings in noses pocket full of poses anything will go Boys in skirts and girls in shirts just as long as theres a show Chucka boot Teds with red and green heads isnt it so sad I sometimes wonder have we all gone mad Where have all the good songs gone I knew from my young days when melodies and lyrics had something nice to say When Bing and Frank and Dean and pals would croon the night away Oh where have all the good songs gone I knew from my young days