good times? Good times? Good times? Good times, good times Leavin' them pretty soon When I'm over the pain of missing you Good times, good times Arrivin
need your kissin' I don't need for you to tear me down and tear me down again Every time you give a little more, she could still use a little more Every time
. Oh-woah. Now, it seemed like that old voodoo dog we had Was payin' for its fees We lost control of our own band To the record company Yeah, I guess we blew it big time
fog Poppin ??? feels swell burn my finger nails Its Christmas time so I'm banging screwed up Jingle Bells Happy trails cooking quails strangers in the night Voodoo
-yo homeboy, pass me dat Yo, this is the song i wrote for the girl I love. Her name, Mary Jane Saggin my dickies, smoke like a hippy Smell so good
body work To gamble Take pictures To not have to do laundry To own a mini-bike Have their own CB radios and air conditioning Good plumbing for sure And to sell Time
I was standing in line, I was biding my time I was watchin' a clock on the wall And it was two minutes till lunch, so I got good and ready Just then I
a pretty good idea to me What's wrong with tomorrow? I'm watchin' him, and who's watchin' me? I'll do it tomorrow Hope I've got enough time I'll do
off the tree Pah! Fell right on his head Yeah many years ago There was a man who said I am a shaman A voodoo shaman Got in trouble so he's going out
what we want...the good ol' days...when we gave'em hell. When the buck stopped somewhere and you could still buy something with it. To a time when movies
s what we want...the good ol' days...when we gave'em hell. When the buck stopped somewhere and you could still buy something with it. To a time when movies
