I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days
I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days
I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days
She said, "son, these are the bad old days"
(Move on up, move on up)
You've got to watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place
You've got to watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place
You've got to watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place
All the time they're smilin' in your face
You can't trust your brother
You disrespect your sister
You got to