He's so the purity, a shaven and a mourning,
And standing on a pigeon toe, in his disarray
Straight in the picture pose
He's coming round to meet you
And screaming like a battle cry, it's more if I stay
Me and your cold, driving in the snow,
Let the good times roll let the good times roll,
Cowgirl king of the rodeo let the good times roll,
Let the good times roll
How dare you come to me like Withnail for a favor,
Hold on not my fairy tale you're trying to start
Take off your overcoat you're staying for the weekend,
And swaying like a smokey grey, a drink in the park
Good time to roll on
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