Lyrics:

I'm just a good boy, working hard to get my pay A little time, a little trouble, a better day I see no reason as for why it cannot be A little time, a little trouble, a better day You bury your head in the things you said, that's fine But the days go by and you know it's getting dark at nine You give all you want, but you take away what's mine We can make it better, baby, so much better all the time Just a good boy Looking hard to see my way A little time, a little trouble, a better day [guitar solo (Pete Ham)] I see no reason as for why it cannot be A little time, a little trouble, a better day Well, you bury your head in the things you said, that's fine But the days go by and you know it's getting dark at nine You give all you want, but you take away what's mine We can make it better Baby, so much better all the time Just a good boy Looking hard to see my way A little time, a little trouble, better days. Woooh, woooh, woooh, woooh, woooh, woooh, woooh, woooh Woooh.