She lives in a house in London
She lives in a house in town
And waiting to greet the children
She sits around in her dressing gown
Are these the days
Are these the days
Are these the days
He drives through the morning traffic
Sideways and up and down
Says the girls are so tragic
In every provincial town
Are these the days
Are these the days
Are these the days
Of our lives
Are these the days
Are these the days
Are these the days
Of our lives
Are these the bells?
That chimed and ring
The wedding days
The children sing
Please do not throw confetti
Please do not throw confetti
On the ground
Living in every city
Amongst somebody else