Lyrics
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Intro
(This is a game that we played when we were, when we were kids)
How much- how much are those on retail?
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Are we recording?
Aight cool
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Here we go
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Yes
Verse 1
Way back when before I [?]
I used to finger and facepaint
When being awake past eight was staying up late
Lеft Melbourne, moved upstatе
A house with a gate ended my dad's great debate
I used to command the troops from inside the couch walls
Palm balls on brick walls and sit yoga style in halls
When the bath was an ocean, not a puddle
To start tigs, we all put our feet in a huddle (Oh yeah)
It went Aerosport, Lotto, Lynx, Dunlop
Only [?] could make the fun stop
The most dropped the class, after passed my times tables
Mat licking glue under shoes to find staples
Never brave enough to test the teacher [?]
Sticking the route, snicker when they didn't switch off the loudspeaker
Not a crowd pleaser or class clown
I had to give speeches after notes were passed 'round
Yeah, I'd misbehave, get sent down a grade
Hated taking my job home but always down to play
Ten lines near the equator and now below [?]
When Sarah Jones blew kisses, I didn't dig girls overly
(Ew, man, she's got a girlfriend!)
Chorus
Back in the days when I was a— shorty
I was loving it
The height of Muggsy Bogues— you better ask somebody
Back in the days when I was a— shorty
I was loving it
The height of Muggsy Bogues— you better ask somebody
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now
Verse 2
Before the digital age, rewind the tape to the late eighties
In class, a big red X is what mistakes gave me
Never wait to break out and split
A playground bigwig, I had kids mining rocks with sticks
Jason was rich, he used to hit the tuck shop every big lunch
His pocket money made the jingle of big bucks
He'd even drop change and stop to watch the kids scramble
Rock the flyest sand shoes and down to gamble
And Daniel with a stealth bomber origami special
Athletics, won a chest full of ribbons and medals
Before the bass and treble replaced the face of metal
I used to lace the recorder real special
The playground was graveyard for my first watch
And where all the Transformers got got
Decepticons or Autobots, sandpit's a hot spot
Like [?], it sucked him in and they were never seen again
Nathan was a ladies man, he used to pull their hair
And I was still there when the teachers had left after school care
Finally get home, half my [?] had come with me
Brand backs and wet tennis balls if kids tried to diss me
Chorus
Back in the days when I was a— shorty
I was loving it
The height of Muggsy Bogues— you better ask somebody
Back in the days when I was a— shorty
I was loving it
The height of Muggsy Bogues— you better ask somebody
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now
Verse 3
Semester's end, saw summer rest on the next crest
At school socials, always played the right while girls played the left
Sleepovers were the best, sneaking out at night
Staying up late, commandos that kept out of sight
Artifical light lit the lavatory
A magic potion in motion made from every bathroom product category
Dirty hands and scuffed knees that climbed trees with ease so high they'd bend in the breezes
And backyard battles, fighting over territories
Rubber band handguns and glove guns with frozen peas
Magnifying, roasting ants and burning leaves certainly
Fingers over hoses squirting me
Waterbomb raids and tip stains (My turn, you're it)
(Nah, [?])
Times change like chapel names, and I've had plenty
From all these achieved dreams at Tiffany's and Kenny's still tempt me
Holidays always seem to last forever and now they're over in a second
Lollies will never taste as nice or ever cost the right price
And they're never gonna make cartoons quite as tight
And games will never be the same after the Master System reigned
Alex Kidd and Wonderboy made it the number one toy
It seems strange, in this commerical age
Do kids live as well as we did?
Let imagination develop as is?
Man, I don't know, but I'd love to go back
For a day, no work, it's just play
Chorus
Back in the days when I was a— shorty
I was loving it
The height of Muggsy Bogues— you better ask somebody
Back in the days when I was a— shorty
I was loving it
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now
Outro
The height of Muggsy Bogues— you better ask somebody
The height of Muggsy Bogues— you better ask somebody
The height of Muggsy Bogues— you better ask somebody
The height of Muggsy Bogues— you better ask somebody
The height of Muggsy Bogues— you better ask somebody
The height of Muggsy Bogues— you better ask somebody
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