Lyrics:

He’s so the purity, a shaven and a mourning
And standing on a pigeon toe, in his disarray
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 favor?
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
Good time to roll on, good time to roll on
Good time to roll on, good time to roll on
Good time to roll on, good time to roll on

Good time to roll on, good time to roll on
Good time to roll on, good time to roll on
Good time to roll on, good time to roll on
Good time to roll on, good time to roll on
Good time to roll on, good time to roll on
Good time to roll on, good time to roll on