Gimme Some Good Times lyrics

Hey, if that ain't the rock 'n' roll animal himself, what you doing bro. (Standing on the corner) Well, I can see that, what you got in your hand (Suitcase in my hand) No, shit, what's this (Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest) Fucking faggot junkie (Jack, sweet Jane, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band) Well, I can see that Some people say that you can't - (no no no) No matter how good you are And some people say, they can't move - (no no no) No matter where they are Gimme, gimme, gimme some good times Gimme, gimme, gimme some pain No matter how ugly you are You know to me it all looks the same Rain from the morning in the blue clouds Now just shining up with dew Riding through the city in their big cars And me, I ain't got nothing to do Gimme, gimme, gimme some good times Gimme, gimme, gimme some pain Don't you know things always look ugly To me they always look the same Oh, gimme, gimme, gimme some good times Oh, Gimme, gimme, gimme some pain Don't you know that most things look ugly To me they always look the same Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know To me they always look the same Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know To me they always look the same Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know To me they always look the same Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know To me they always look the same