Lyrics
He's saw the purity of shaving in the morning
And standing all pigeon-toed, in his disarray
Straighten the picture pose
He's coming around to meet you
And screaming like a battle cry, "It's more if I stay"
Me and you 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
Ah, 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 smoky grey, a drink in the park
Me and you 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
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
Good time to roll on
