My Young And Troubled Days (aka Pretty Shitty Days)
French Title: Mes Emmerdes
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Those were the days, hungry days, needing more, having less
I learned the game, wanting fame, and success
I left behind, as I climbed, as I raced against time
My pals, my gals, my young and troubled days

Those early years, selfish years, full of me, full of schemes
A foolish mind, running blind, chasing dreams
The bridges burned, bridges crossed, were the way that I lost
My pals, my gals, my young and troubled days

Crazy times I shared with all my pals
Burning love I made with all my gals
And the troubled days I now recall
Never could have been really so heavy at all

We shared the rough, and the tough, and the bills never paid
The give-and-take, each mistake, that we made
We had the drive, to survive, feeling great and alive
My pals, my gals, my young and troubled days

I'm not ashamed of myself, did the best that I could
I've got my health, and my wealth, fate's been good
On the whole, life is bliss, but somehow I still miss
My pals, my gals, my young and troubled days

All those careless days of fooling 'round
Weighing up the balance I have found
That the troubled days I now recall
Never could have been really so heavy at all

Those were the days, crazy days, crazy ways, gay parade
Times we crashed, getting smashed, getting laid
We had the steam, had a ball, had a dream, had it all
My pals, my gals, in those troubled, yet, wonderful days