Rollin' on
Confusion at the backroom
Howlin' at the half-moon
Knocked up in a candy shop
Twenty wife beaters
And seven cock teasers
Accusing me of what I'm not
Start investigation
Hold a consultation
Just another fish to fry
If I say I'm pleased
With my latest squeeze
That'd be the biggest lie
No one knows where them good times gone
Rolling on
No one knows where them good times gone
Rolling on
Loosen up the bondage
And take out the garbage
Listen to the tolling bell
You claim that Sadie
Ain't no real blonde lady
I wonder how you really can tell
Too much interference
Forget about coherence
Never been no elite
I'm just a poor farmer
In need of lucky charms
Tryin' to make ends meet
No one knows where them good times gone
Rolling on
No one knows where them good times gone
Rolling on
All you household women
Have got my head spinnin'
So much I cannot think
I haven't had a shower
In forty five hours
Now I'm beginning to stink
Ain't it a pity
I can't leave Sin City?
It's here that I belong
I only aspire
To work till I retire
I doubt if I can live that long
No one knows where them good times gone
Rolling on
No one knows where them good times gone
Rolling on
Rolling on
Rolling on
Howlin' at the half-moon
Knocked up in a candy shop
Twenty wife beaters
And seven cock teasers
Accusing me of what I'm not
Start investigation
Hold a consultation
Just another fish to fry
If I say I'm pleased
With my latest squeeze
That'd be the biggest lie
No one knows where them good times gone
Rolling on
No one knows where them good times gone
Rolling on
Loosen up the bondage
And take out the garbage
Listen to the tolling bell
You claim that Sadie
Ain't no real blonde lady
I wonder how you really can tell
Too much interference
Forget about coherence
Never been no elite
I'm just a poor farmer
In need of lucky charms
Tryin' to make ends meet
No one knows where them good times gone
Rolling on
No one knows where them good times gone
Rolling on
All you household women
Have got my head spinnin'
So much I cannot think
I haven't had a shower
In forty five hours
Now I'm beginning to stink
Ain't it a pity
I can't leave Sin City?
It's here that I belong
I only aspire
To work till I retire
I doubt if I can live that long
No one knows where them good times gone
Rolling on
No one knows where them good times gone
Rolling on
Rolling on
Rolling on
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Writer(s): Charles J. Attard, Frank Buhagiar
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