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 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