Good Times Lyrics

Good Times lyrics

All packed up heading for unknown

We had egg ranch rolling, blowing down the road

A bat against the head, fighting in the streets

Lump got the bump, the old man just got bent



Brand new town, brand new face to meet

We're hungry, tired, haven't showered in a week

Well pulling on in to the hotel, motel, roach ridden', dirty old shoe smell

But at least a warm place to close our eyes

'Cause when I'm out on the road

There's no place I'd rather be

Than with my friends just having fun



I'm talkin' bout good times

Good times, good-times

Talkin' bout good times

Good times, good-times

Talkin' bout good times

Good times, good-times

Talkin' bout good times

Good times, good-times



Now on through Little Rock next thing the tire popped

Oncoming freeway, pig truck, now we're fucked

With the thunderball totalled we had no where to go

So we jumped on a plane in time for the next show

'Cause when I'm on the stage

There's no place I'd rather be

Than with my friends having fun

I'm talkin' bout good times

Good times, good-times

Talkin' bout good times

Good times, good-times

Talkin' bout good times

Good times, good-times

Talkin' bout good times

Good times, good-times



Good times

Good times

Good times

Good times



I'ts the way you feel when things are right

Both hands holding on real tight

The crowd is there to lift you high

Like Superman you could almost fly

A certain feeling when the sun goes down

And having all your good friends around

The good times never seem to end

When your on the road and you're with your friends



I'm talkin' bout good times

Good times, good-times

Talkin' bout good times

Good times, good-times

Talkin' bout good times

Good times, good-times

Talkin' bout good times

Good times



Talkin' bout good times