Jeff Finlin

Good Time

Jeff Finlin


We got life to cut our hearts out  
Right from our chest 
We don't think. we just sink a lil' drinky 
Till we know what's best 

Got the boys shooting out the headlights 
Gals blowing big balloons 
We got dogs, the white man's burden 
And Gilgamesh spinning the tunes 
And you, Mama in the kitchen 
All ya do is rag, rag, rag 

It ain't nothing but a good time, good time, yeah 
It ain't nothing but a good time, good time, yeah 

We got love  
Mama's brother's sister is marrying Uncle Ted 
He got time for cutting her in pieces  
And leaving her half past dead 
It's true, she just laid up in the kitchen  
All she did was rag, rag, rag 

It ain't nothing but a good time, good time, yeah 
It ain't nothing but a good time, good time, yeah 

Rock me, reel me, roll me, never feel me 

It ain't nothing but a good time, good time, yeah 

We got souls  
Somewhere south of wonder 
Trailers flying across the prairie 
Cars with doors of many colours 
Conviction, yeah - we're beating up the fairies 

It ain't nothing but a good time