Текст песни The Good Times - Hungry Kids of Hungary

She was given up to the notion
Of temperate seas and Novascotian winters and nights
Dreaming by the firelight
A solitary life, adrift upon the North Atlantic Ocean
Where she could find the time
To let the good times roll
For all those who know how it feels to be alone
Were you thrown to the lions
Skin and bone but not afraid of dying alone?
An old friend on the telephone
Still eyeing the prize
Of a solitary life
Where you could find the time
She was given to claims
Bout the state making gains
From the rising cost of living but
Its living all the same
If youre not spitting teeth
Youre singing in the rain
So how do you complain?
And let the good times roll
For all those who know how it feels to be alone
And on the other side
Is a golden dawn where you'll never be alone

Let the good times roll!