Lyrics:

He's so purity, a shaven and a mourner,
and standing on a Pigeon toe, in his dissarray.

Straight in the picture pose,
he's coming 'round to meet you.

And screaming like a battle cry, it's more if I stay

Me and your cold, Driving in the snow,
let the good times roll, let the good times roll,
Cowgirl king of the rodeo, let the good times roll,
let the good times roll.

How dare you come to me like withnail for a favour,
hold on not my fairy tale, you're trying to start.

Take off your overcoat, you're staying for the weekend,
and swaying like a smokey grey, a drink in the park.

Me and your cold, Driving in the snow,
let the good times roll, let the good times roll,
Cowgirl king of the rodeo, let the good times roll,
let the good times roll.

Good time to roll on.

Good time to roll on. (x20)