Good Times
Our sports team won a game of sports on the weekend
And the city went insane: of course we did
We set a bus and a couple of cop cars on fire
Victory smells like burning tires
I've had a passion for the game
Since I was a little kid
My mittens lit up like a menorah in the desert
The paramedic was a one-eyed former vet
As she peeled away the wool and the skin
A sergeant appeared to my great chagrin, said
"It looks like we have caught you
As red-handed as it gets"
You call it a riot
I call it a celebration
You call it violence
I call it an altercation
Tomato, tomato
They're two different fruits completely
Don't take the good times away from me
Jail was not exactly like the movies
I befriended a shy con artist named "Douglas the Duck"
We played poker with paper we pretended was cash
And he always beat me at Balderdash
He could lie like a rug and he was slippery as a hockey puck
The head warden
Was a donkey with the face of a man
One day he goes "Boys, things are changing down here at the pen:
The games room is restricted to alternate Fridays
And you know what they say, it's my way or the highway"
Well Doug said, "Warden
I guess we'll take the highway then"
You call it a riot
And yes, I guess that's just what it was
You ask me why, then?
And I can only answer "just because"
Does a fish need a reason
To splash around in the sea?
Don't take the good times away from me
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away from me
And the city went insane: of course we did
We set a bus and a couple of cop cars on fire
Victory smells like burning tires
I've had a passion for the game
Since I was a little kid
My mittens lit up like a menorah in the desert
The paramedic was a one-eyed former vet
As she peeled away the wool and the skin
A sergeant appeared to my great chagrin, said
"It looks like we have caught you
As red-handed as it gets"
You call it a riot
I call it a celebration
You call it violence
I call it an altercation
Tomato, tomato
They're two different fruits completely
Don't take the good times away from me
Jail was not exactly like the movies
I befriended a shy con artist named "Douglas the Duck"
We played poker with paper we pretended was cash
And he always beat me at Balderdash
He could lie like a rug and he was slippery as a hockey puck
The head warden
Was a donkey with the face of a man
One day he goes "Boys, things are changing down here at the pen:
The games room is restricted to alternate Fridays
And you know what they say, it's my way or the highway"
Well Doug said, "Warden
I guess we'll take the highway then"
You call it a riot
And yes, I guess that's just what it was
You ask me why, then?
And I can only answer "just because"
Does a fish need a reason
To splash around in the sea?
Don't take the good times away from me
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away
Don't let them take the good times away from me
Credits
Writer(s): Mathias Kom
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