Good Times

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 totaled 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 It's 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!