Sun cuts the tree line like
"The pleasure's all mine"
Impartially kind
Here beneath you
I was contracted to die
The first moment I
Opened my eyes
Oh to know you
Oh good times, they sure don't have to pa** me by
To warm my hopeless case with its canvas face
Where emotions paint what they want to
Here in times like these where ceremonies
Long outlived anything they could mean
I still want
Know good times, they sure don't have to pa** me by
Know good times, they sure don't have to pa** me by
And it's all picking up steam while we
Argue over who's to drive
No good times, they sure don't have to pa**
In my sequence of moods I'm cycling through
Feeling fine with depression in the queue
I'm just like you
When convenience ends and
Your friendships dim and
Of course it's not your fault again
You don't have to
No, my good times, they sure don't have to pa**
No good times, they sure don't seem to pa** me by
And it's all picking up steam while we
Argue over who's to drive
Know good times sure don't have to pa**