Gimmie Some Good Times

Hey, if that ain't the rock 'n' roll animal himself, what you doing bro?
 (Standing on the corner)
 Well, I can see that, what you got in your hand (suitcase in my hand)
 No, shit, what's this? (Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest)
 (Fucking faggot Johnson)
 (Jack, sweet Jane, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band)
 Well, I can see that
 Some people say that you can't (no, no, no)
 No matter how good you are
 And some people say they can't move (no, no, no)
 No matter where they are
 Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times
 Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain
 No matter how ugly you are
 You know To me, it all looks the same
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 Rain from the morning in the blue clouds
 Now just shining up with dew
 Riding through the city in their big cars
 And me, I ain't got nothing to do
 Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times
 Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain
 Don't you know things always look ugly
 To me, they always look the same
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 Oh, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times
 Oh, Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain
 Don't you know that most things look ugly
 To me, they always look the same
 Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
 To me, they always look the same
 Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
 To me, they always look the same
 Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
 To me, they always look the same
 Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
 To me, they always look the same