Edie Brickell - Good Times

You don't even have to try 
It comes easy for you 
The way you move is so appealing 
It could make me cry 
Go out driving with my friends 
In Bobby's big old beat up car 
I'm with a lot of people then 
I wonder where you are 

Good times, bad times, give me some of that 
Good times, bad times, give me some of that 
Good times, bad times 
I don't want to say goodbye 
Don't want to walk you to the door 
I spend a little time with you 
I want a little more 

Good times, bad times, give me some of that 
Good times, bad times, give me some of that 
Good times, bad times, give me some of that