And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep I wanna have fun It's time for a good time Oh, I've been workin' all week I need a good time Yeah, I've been workin' all week I've been workin' all week (Good time)

You need to bring your ass to the Westside Tonight we tryin' to freak some Bring a friend, bring a friend, it's a threesome So tell me girl what you drink? We gon' have a good time, it's a party (It's a party) So bring your ass to the Westside I see you

Good time to roll on. Me and your cold, driving in the snow, Let the good times roll, let the good times roll Cowgirl king of the rodeo, let the good times roll, Let the good times roll He's so purity, a shaven and a mourning, And standing on a pigeon

This ain't love (this ain't love) A way to fool myself again I've always been too sensitive To have a good night To have a good time Because my heart can't handle it So I told that angel on my shoulder Grabbed your waist and pulled you closer in so tight

I give my heart to you I give my heart 'cause nothing Can compare in this world to you And we have gone through good and bad times But your unconditional love was always on my mind You've been there from the start for me And your love's always been true

Believe in your dreams Believe you and me, don't let go We're living it up I was born uptown of the ghetto dream But have you made it out Out of the ghetto? We're having a good time baby Now ain't life crazy? Daddy made it out

Why do they always send the poor? Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine Where the fuck are you? Why don't presidents fight the war? Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking

I believe in angels I'll cross the stream, I have a dream Something good in everything I see When I know the time is right for me I have a dream, a song to sing To help me cope with anything If you see the wonder of a fairy tale You can take the future

Dee do de de, dee do de de I don't have no time for no monkey business I get so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah Got to be some good times ahead Di, di, di, di, di, di, di Be-dop, be-dop, be-dop, be-dop Dee do dee do day Dee do dee do dee do dee do

Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close