Deacon Blue Good Lyrics

Good Lyrics

Now everyone's singing

How baby's in black

She got Holy Rocker

Mad Dog he called Ronnie

Say here come old flat top

Come moving up slowly

And she got a smile

I can feel in my hip pocket



And I cry, I cry, I cry

Yes I sigh

Well it's a big big dream

But it's a good one



And she's beside me at the wheel

It seems so real

And the driving it's so tiring

And tank is less than zero

And my lips are chapped

What with the roof down flat

And my lips are aching

And My Veins Is Busting



And I cry, I cry, I cry

Yes I sigh

Well it's a big big drream

But it's a good one



And baby's got style

Like a missile silo

And she got speed

Like a Derby Racer

So you think I'm confused

In this wild hard mood?

No, no she leads me by the hand

Can't be bad