These Days

Written for: The Barkleys Of Broadway (1949)
Lyric: Ira Gershwin
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1948
Original publisher: Harry Warren Music, Inc.

Chorus 1:

Though the traffic's overflowing,
No one knows just where he's going,
These days, these days.
Buildings keep on growing taller,
Dollars keep on getting smaller,
These days, these days.
Who knows what this little old world is coming to?
He doesn't know and she doesn't know, and we don't know, do you?
Shopping at a store or market,
You've a car, but you can't park it,
These days, these days.
So the world grows daft and dafter,
But tonight, it's fun and laughter
That we're after quite, quite, quite.
So, let's forget these days tonight,
Let's forget these days tonight.

Chorus 2:

Junior's chewing gum that bubbles,
Grandma's on the daily doubles,
These days, these days.
Sister goes with fourteen steadies,
Uncle's on the floor at Eddie's,
These days, these days.
If things aren't what they were, future's looking bleak;
Don't shed a tear, for that's what we're here for seven shows a week.
It's a short but merry lifey,
That's no lady, that's your wifey,
These days, these days.
But an end to melancholy,
From the curtain to finale,
Let's be jolly, right? Right? Right!
And we'll forget these days tonight,
We'll forget these days tonight.