Good Times Songtext
von Tommy Lee

Put down the magazine and get off the phone
There′s a place I wanna show you and it won't take long
Take a ride
Take a ride

It′s lookin' like we're getting there, over here, comin′ clear
Place that has no rhymes, or times, or crimes
Just good times
Just good times

Take me away
To a place where the good times good times roll
Don′t let me stay
In a place where this hate can steal my soul

Got myself worked up over nothing today
All the trash that's in my head I gotta throw it away
It′s alright
It's alright


It′s lookin' like we′re getting there, over here, comin' clear
Place that has no rhymes, or times, or crimes
Just good times
Just good times

Take me away
To a place where the good times good times roll
Don't let me stay
In a place where this hate can steal my soul

This is it, I′m finally here
And all the blurry lines are clear
And everything that I can′t see
Seems to make more sense to me
Why the hell can't I just let it go, let it go? Yeah

Take me away
(Away)
Where the good times good times roll
(Roll)
Don′t let me stay
(Stay)
Where this hate can steal my soul


Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
(Take me away)
Let the good times roll
(Take me away)
Let the good times roll