Letra de Good

Now everyone's singing How baby's in black She got Holy Rocker Mad Dog he called Ronnie Say here come old flat top Come moving up slowly And she got a smile I can feel in my hip pocket And I cry, I cry, I cry Yes I sigh Well it's a big big dream But it's a good one And she's beside me at the wheel It seems so real And the driving it's so tiring And tank is less than zero And my lips are chapped What with the roof down flat And my lips are aching And My Veins Is Busting And I cry, I cry, I cry Yes I sigh Well it's a big big drream But it's a good one And baby's got style Like a missile silo And she got speed Like a Derby Racer So you think I'm confused In this wild hard mood? No, no she leads me by the hand Can't be bad