lunes, febrero 08, 2010

Buenos Tiempos Malos Tiempos




In the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man,
Now I've reached that age, I've tried to do all those things the best I can.
No matter how I try, I find my way into the same old jam.

*Good Times, Bad Times, you know I had my share;
When my woman left home for a brown eyed man,
Well, I still don't seem to care.

Sixteen, I fell in love with a girl as sweet as could be,
Only took a couple of days 'til she was rid of me.
She swore that she would be all mine and love me till the end,
But when I whispered in her ear, I lost another friend, oooh.

2 comentarios:

Ignitabulum dijo...

¡Qué buena rola, caray! Enooorme banda! Por cierto, últimamente he estado fascinado con 'Four sticks', el teclado hacia el final me eriza los vellos de la nuca. Vale, George!

Social Drinking y Su Sonido Chikinasty dijo...

me has alegrado la mañana ñ_ñ