A good, good life Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh This has gotta be the good life This could really be a good life, good life Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight Like this city is on fire tonight This could really be a good life Oh, this has gotta

Oh, be something you love and understand "And be a simple kind of man Baby be a simple kind of man Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can" And you can do this, oh baby, if you try All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied" Mama told me

Get your kicks on Route 66 Oklahoma city looks oh so pretty You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona don't forget Winona Kingsman, Barstaw, San Bernadino Would you get hip to this kindly trip Well if you ever plan to motor west Just

Airplanes cut through the clouds Like angels can fly, we'll never die Sirens cut through the night Like screams that are fire, rising up high Like I've something to prove, nothing to lose In this city, in this city oh Most of my life

Like a little black dress Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess) Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city Oh, three, two, one Oh, baby you're a classic You're a faded moon And oh, baby you're a classic

Late nights in the city, causin' hell Burn this bitch into the ground, oh well If all we got tonight, let's do this right Let's do this right Let's go to (paradise) When you right here, I come alive One more hit and we can fly This shit feel like

Oh lightning strikes twice And it burns like ice I wish I didn't love you again That zig-zag shooting through my heart That zig-zag hit me like a dart Electricity, electricity Oh, this love's tearing me apart I been running like the light from the dark

Here is where her heart I'm here with open arms and I got her I'm here and I won't go without her This is where her heart belongs it should be here with me Wash these demons away 10 a.m. it's west side bitch She see the glasses, so obvious Run from home,

I need to be your lover I'm through with this mighty city Walking around, just stuck in my shit Conversation based around just sex, Words at the tip of my tongue (oh damn, baby!) Tell me one thing I must forget, Thinking about the naked women in my bed

Lay it on to the dawn Everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone I was born in this hotel Washin' dishes in the sink Magazines and free soda Tryin' hard not to think She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah Comin' back from the