Текст песни Good Times

Good times coming back again I heard the girl upstairs singing She sang all night I turned the stereo on I went out for the evening I couldn't get that song out of my mind Good times coming back I seen them On the shoulder with their hood up Through a vaselined lens They got their bags packed tight The key to every city I heard they're bringing all of their friends There's something dead out in the field behind our house The wind's changing direction I seen the local man dressing up in the latest style He says,"It's only natural selection..."