Prices are high now darlin', and all the good jobs are gone Sorry to say, baby, things ain't what they used to be Times is hard, baby and the hustle is really on Times is hard, baby, the hustle is really on Better get yourself a job now, baby, I'm tired

We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O. Views, views, views Old ways, new women, gotta keep 'em balanced The girl of your dreams, to me is probably not a challenge I've been counted out so many times I couldn't count it Funny how now my accountant is

Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright The kids are alright I don't mind other guys dancing with my girl That's fine, I know them all pretty well But I know sometimes I must get out in the light Sometimes, I feel I gotta get away Bells

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

She getting down with me, yeah-ah Red wine, I just wanna kiss girls, girls, girls Sometimes, I just wanna kiss girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls All summer, we've been in the pool '68 Chevy with nothing to do Just rolling J's, kush

You and I, stand with our heads held up high Me and you, together whatever we do All the love - you've given me, I cherish, babe, so All the times - I've spent with you, I treasure girl, you Everything I possess is down to you more or less Anything that

I can be messy I can be messy, yeah, I admit it Oh, no changin' Oh, no changin' I can be cruel sometimes, outta my mind Insecure and out the door I can be hard to handle Dance around the house with nothin' but the radio on I can get crazy, yeah, I admit

In our rockin' chairs That are going to fly by like lightning so they say These are the nights (yeah) The good times that we left the wild side out to play These are the Sunday mornings We talked to the Lord, get right with the man upstairs Get back to

I want to get married But no woman will hear my plea Aw, my time is gone Babe and I really must say goodbye Yes, it seems somehow I can't get one to walk downthe aisle with me Well, I've only been in love But three times in my life Yes, the first, I