Good Times by Edie Brickell

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, give me some of that
...
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
...
And baby really, I don't have to
I don't have to go anywhere right now
You want some more, you want some more of this
Anywhere where you want baby, just
Say it, just say it
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
...
Now I want those good, good, good times
And got those bad, bad, bad times
(I want those good, good, good, good times)
(Gimme some of that)