He’s so the purity, a shaven and a mourning,
And standing on a pigeon toe, in his disarray

Straight in the picture pose,
He’s coming around to meet you

And screaming like a battle cry, it’s more if I stay

Me and your 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 favour,
Hold on my fairy tale you’re trying to start

Take off your overcoat, you’re staying for the weekend,
And swaying like a smokey grey, a drink in the park.

Good time roll on