Back in the day, when everybody paid
To hear Alban, Dj Bobo and Haddaway,
Rap about their shit
What the hell was it about?
It didn't meen squat to them and even less to us
But everybody dug it, we had no shame
We partied to this euro-trash time and again
Got their records, bought them all just to be part of the game
Got the genre up to heights of glory and fame

Nowadays everybody still pays
To hear the same kinda crap in all new fancy kinda ways
Doesn't matter who's the maker,
It just has to sound great
Our generation doesn't have the time to sit and wait
We dig Milk Inc, Cascada, Cosmic Gate and Pulsedriver,
Dj Jean, Tiesto, Groove Coverage and Clubdriver
The kick has to be hard, and the chorus-line fat
That makes us happy It doesn't take more than that

Back in the day,
When everything was great and we had it our way
From party to party, drinking our ass off
Barfing in ditches, an occasional suck-off
I really wonder where those times have gone,
Back when all was fun and not a single thing wrong
I remember how it was, back in the days
I remember how it was, back in the day