Well, it ain't turned the way it used to be
But we should not have expected to be so cursed
It's not easy to see under the sea
And soon any first one will turn out to be the last

Bring it back bring it back
Tell them not to tell on me
I'm bringing it back to where my good old used to be

Haven't you stopped to see if this is real
And Dylan on the hill
Asking how does it feel
But I can't tell
I don't mind if I lose what you will steal
But please, I don't dig being told about it

Bring it back, bring it back
Tell them not to tell on me
I'm bringing it back to where my good old used to be