Good Times - The Burning Hell

Our sports team won a game of sports on the weekend

And the city went insane of course we did

Set a bus and a couple of cop cars on fire

Victory smells like burning tires

I’ve had a passion for the game

Since I was a little kid

My mittens lit up like a menorah in the desert

The paramedic was a one-eyed former vet

As she peeled away the wool and the skin

A sergeant appeared to my great chagrin

Said it looks like we have caught you

As red-handed as it gets

You call it a riot, I call it a celebration

You call it violence, I call it an altercation

Tomato, tomato, they’re two different fruits completely

Don’t take the good times away from me

Jail was not exactly like the movies

I befriended a shy con artist named Douglas the Duck

We played poker with paper we pretended was cash

And he always beat me at Balderdash

He could lie like a rug

And he was slippery as a hockey puck

The head warden was a donkey with the face of a man

One day he goes «boys things are changing here at the pen:

Games room privileges are restricted to alternate Fridays

And you know what they say, it’s my way or the highway»

Well Doug said, warden

I guess we’ll take the highway then

You call it a riot, and yes I guess that’s just what it was

You ask me why, then?

And I can only answer «just because»

Does a fish need a reason to splash around in the sea?

Don’t take the good times away from me

Don’t let them take the good times away

Don’t let them take the good times away

Don’t let them take the good times away

Don’t let them take the good times away