Gimmie Some Good Times

Lyrics

Hey, if that ain't the rock'n'roll animal himself, what you doing bro.  
(Standing on the corner)  
Well, I can see that, what you got in your hand  
(Suitcase in my hand)  
No, shit, what's this  
(Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest)  
Fucking faggot Johnson  
(Jack, sweet Jane, I'm in a rock'n'roll band)  
Well, I can see that  
  
Some people say that you can't - (no no no)  
No matter how good you are  
And some people say, they can't move - (no no no)  
No matter where they are  
  
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times  
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain  
No matter how ugly you are  
You know to me it all looks the same  
  
Rain from the morning in the blue clouds  
Now just shining up with dew  
Riding through the city in their big cars  
And me, I ain't got nothing to do  
  
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times  
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain  
Don't you know things always look ugly  
To me they always look the same  
  
Oh, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times  
Oh, Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain  
Don't you know that most things look ugly  
To me they always look the same  
  
Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know  
To me they always look the same  
Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know  
To me they always look the same  
Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know  
To me they always look the same  
Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know  
To me they always look the same