Yeah we gonna be on fire tonight Yeah we gonna have a damn good time Yeah we gonna roll, on and on Yeah we gonna drink until it's gone Yeah we gonna sing all night long Gonna burn it down in shining light, Yeah we gonna get a little high off life Yeah we

Na-na, na-na-na, na Friday can't come fast enough Here's to another week gone Raise 'em up and sing along Let the good times roll when the guitars play Alarm clock, ding-dong, pants up, boots on Coffee, cigarette, blue-collar breakfast Hard hat, fork

Old friends in better times. When the sun got big, and the night came down, We used to share a drink - and let the demons out. We let the good times rock, you made the bad times roll We used to laugh a lot, you had a lot of soul. And when the going got

(Oh) Long stretch of love There's a long stretch of love Coming down the line Have you like I want, ever rolling Baby, you'll be mine Have you right here, beside you When these good times get tough Baby, we're in for a long stretch of love But I don't

But what good's love if it ain't a little complicated? No, it don't always go just like you hoped it would But sometimes complicated's pretty damn good Roll the window down, baby, wave goodbye To your mama standin' there in the drive From the day we met

When I'm up I can't get down Can't get down, can't get level Get my feet back on the ground I am the fountain of affection I'm the instrument of joy And to keep the good times rolling I'm the boy, I'm the boy, You know the world could be our oyster, You

Let the good times roll I don't care if you're young or old So let the good times roll Don't sit there mumblin', talkin' trash Go out and get together, let the good times roll Let them roll, let them roll Let them roll, let them roll all night long Hey,

Just thinking about all our good times together And I wish it could last forever and ever And we roll back home This is our last song I'm bout to spring breakdown And just thinking bout how It's been a real good run Playing out here in the sun, year

I make Rock 'n' Roll records I sell 'em for a dime I make my living and, feed my children All in your good time The Blues they go for a quarter Is guaranteed to satisfy It's a real, funky deal Don't let it pass you by If your evening sun don't shine, my

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