Lyrics:

Good times come to me now,
good times come to me now,
I aint lying 'cos there aint no time no city.

Its a pity 'cos I dress divine,
City smokes-people choke
Big meanie he's a genie und we ain't got no hope.
No chance-no chance

Well, I feel fine
no it ain't no crime
I was dreamin' of a demon and I ate a dime
The dime floats
the cornel floats
Send him up the hill boys,this aint no joke.

No chance-no chance-no chance-no chance
Shiny, shiny bad times behind me

Shiny,shiny sha-na-na-na
Shiny,shiny bad times behind me.

Your sure look fine your shoes they look fine,

Mercury dan with the spiky hand,
I'm a hot retard,
Marquis de Sade
No chance-no chance-no chance.
Shiny,shiny bad times behind me.

Shiny,shiny bad times behind me
Shiny,shiny bad times behind me
Shiny,Shiny bad times behind me
Shiny,shiny bad times behind me

Saw a cop on this line
machine gun shine
I was dreaming not beliving that I was alive.
My mind broke
the cop choked
Get out of here,boy,or I'll use the Colt

No chance,no chance
You sure look fine your shoes they shine
No heat can compare with this blue-eyed liar.

Press the button
Press the button-its all remote
No- chance-no chance-no chance-no chance
Shiny,shiny bad times behind me
Shiny,shiny bad times behind me
Shiny,shiny bad times behind me
Shiny,shiny bad times behind me.