Pretty Shitty Days

Pretty Shitty Days (aka My Young And Troubled 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 old pals, my sweet gals, and my pretty shitty 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 old pals, my sweet gals, and my pretty shitty days

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

I'm very proud, proud of myself
Hah, and why not, why not, I've done well
Got my health, my wealth, what the hell
Known by all, life is bliss, but inside I still miss
My pals, my gals, my pretty shitty days

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

Those were the days, crazy days, crazy ways, gay parade
The times we crashed, getting smashed, getting laid
We had the steam, had a ball, had a dream, had it all
My old pals, my sweet gals, and those pretty shitty days

Oh yes, ah yes, I remember, it was absolutely marvelous
Fantastic, with my, my pals, my beautiful gals
And those pretty shitty days