That little one sings and that big one plays the guitar
With a thimble on his finger, runs it up and down the strings
Bass player don't shave much
I think they're all a little bit touched
But the people came
And that is how we made our name
Too much evolved
Hmm, yeah, good times
Wild, sweaty, crude, ugly and mad
And sometimes just a little bit sad
Yeah, they sneer and all
But up there, we're just having a ball
It was a gas, you know
Lord, some good times
It's kind of bad for thee
We are them, take it or leave it
But you know they took it and they kept coming
And we worked for the people
Sweet sweat and misty, misty atmosphere
Gimme another drink of beer, baby
You gotta get going here
Because it was a gas
Lord, good times
Blues come rolling down Royal Avenue
Won't stop at the City Hall
Just a few steps away
You can look up at Maritime Hotel
Just a little bit sad
Gonna walk away
I wish you well
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