Good Time Crowd - Chuck Prophet

Never fired a pistol loaded, to the ceiling just for kicks

Yeah, just to know what it’s like

Never made love on a windswept dune

Sent a postcard back from Crete

Hold on, you never know when I might

I get so lonely

Ah, you gonna know me

I want to run, with the good time crowd

I want to run, with the good time crowd

I want to run, with the good time crowd

I want to run, with the good time crowd

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack he got his candlestick

Yeah, it’s alright

Never wrecked a stolen motorbike into an open ditch

Hold on, never know when I might

You gonna know me

I get so lonely baby

I want to run, with the good time crowd

I want to run, with the good time crowd

I want to run, with the good time crowd

I want to run, with the good time crowd