Those were the days of ElainenThat was the phrase that she used to describe to her sonnOf the fun she had hadnLong before he went awaynLong before days of the dole and the trays and the lollnBut the call never camenTo say, oh, oh, ohnLoitering lavender parknLaying about in the day and the dark of the roomnWhile the noon passes bynAlways on verge of collapsenMother would quit and then suffer a lapse from the drinknYou would think she was deadnWhat to say, oh, oh, ohnShe say, oh, oh, oh, ohnAnd the time that it takes, well, it goes so slownShe laid on the brakes and she dulled the glownNow, doesn't it go so slow?nWhen you build it up to tear it downnYou're tearing it downnYou tear it downnTear it downnThose were the days nThose were the days of ElainenThe days of ElainennA lover like Alain DelonnShe followed him blind from saloon to salonnFrom the hills to the pills he would takennFather had died in the minesnBrother had shown no remorse for his crimesnWhen they strung him up he got all hung up on the scaffoldingnnBut he say, oh, oh, oh nHe say, oh, oh, oh, ohnnAnd the time that it takes, well, it goes so slownShe laid on the brakes and she dulled the glownNow, doesn't it go so slow?nWhen you build it up to tear it downnYou're tearing it downnYou tear it downnTear it downnThose were the days nThose were the days of ElainenThe days of Elaine