Good Times Songtext
von Greg MacPherson

Good times coming back again
I seen them touch down on the runway
I seen that old face staring back, pressed up against the glass
I heard a brass band wailing
Little man got caught out of his skin
It′s on a bus across the border
He's got his legs spread, his head cracked, his hands against the wall
He said "I′m just a fucking reporter!"
Good times coming back again, again
Good times coming back again


I heard the girl upstairs singing
She sang all night
I turned the stereo on, man, and I went out for the evening
But I couldn't get that song out of my mind
She said "good times coming back"

I seen 'em on the shoulder
With their hood up through a Vasoline lens
They got their bags packed tight, man, the key to every city
And I heard they′re bringing all of their friends
All of their friends

There′s something dead out in the field behind our house
The wind's changing direction
I seen the local man dressing up in the latest style
He said "it′s only natural selection"


Good times coming back again
I seen them touch down on the runway
I seen that old face staring back, pressed up against the glass
I heard a brass band wailing
Good times coming back again, again
Good times coming back again