Lyrics:

one two three four!

Oh, oh, yeah!
Come on!

Well I've said it before
And I'll say it again,
We're not into the trendy scene.
We're into good times,
Into having fun.
And do you think you really know what I mean?

Some people say we're running kinda crazy.
Some people say we're running kinda wild.
Some people even say we're just a bunch of punks
Leather and chains for style.

That's why they call me a lucky bum.
I'm just a fist fighting man
There's no need for a gun.

So if you try and tell me
The right from wrong;
I'll tell you just to shut up
And we'll show you how its done.

Good old boys
Playing good old rock-n-roll
Good old boys [bad old boys, good old boys]
Playing that good old rock-n-roll.

So they went downtown, all around,
To the clubs where the trendy people go.
Upon the scene, we were just too c-clean,
Punching [down?] for putting on a show.
I got the third degree,
She said 'What do you want to be?
'Honey, don't you even got a clue?'
We'll be millionaires [sitting with?] outcasts.
And we won't mess around with you.

So come on honey
Start heading for the door.
I need someone to soothe me
When my saddle's not too sore.

So if you try and tell me
The right from wrong;
I'll tell you just to shut up,
We'll show you how its done.

Good old boys
Playing good old rock-n-roll
Good old boys
Playing good old rock-n-roll
Good old boys, sing it [Good old boys]
Good old boys [bad old boys]
Playing that good old rock-n-roll.

Good old boys [Good old boys]
B-bad old boys [Bad old boys]
Good old boys
Playing good old rock-n-roll
[Good old boys]

Good old boys [Good old boys]
Good old rock-n-roll
Just goog old boys [bad old boys]
[Good old boys]
Playing that good old rock-n-roll