Gimmie Some Good Times Lyrics - Reed Lou

Hey, if that ain't the rock'n'roll animal himself, what you doing bro. 

(Standing on the corner) 

Well, I can see that, what you got in your hand 

(Suitcase in my hand) 

No, shit, what's this 

(Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest) 

Fucking faggot Johnson 

(Jack, sweet Jane, I'm in a rock'n'roll band) 

Well, I can see that 

Some people say that you can't - (no no no) 

No matter how good you are 

And some people say, they can't move - (no no no) 

No matter where they are 

Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times 

Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain 

No matter how ugly you are 

You know to me it all looks the same 

Rain from the morning in the blue clouds 

Now just shining up with dew 

Riding through the city in their big cars 

And me, I ain't got nothing to do 

Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times 

Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain 

Don't you know things always look ugly 

To me they always look the same 

Oh, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times 

Oh, Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain 

Don't you know that most things look ugly 

To me they always look the same 

Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know 

To me they always look the same 

Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know 

To me they always look the same 

Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know 

To me they always look the same 

Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know 

To me they always look the same