Текст песни Sprung Monkey - Good Times

Well I walked outside into a sunny day
Called some friends to back my play
Went downtown to taste a few
Then over to the coast
To see what kind of trouble we could get into
What trouble we could get into
What trouble we could get into
What trouble we could get into
In sweet home San Diego

Now over to p.b. the tanning ladies
San Diego girls they drive me crazy
Hooked up on a number or two
I'll call 'em later
To see what kind of trouble we could get into
What trouble we could get into
What trouble we could get into
What trouble we could get into

Now all of the bad times
Get 'em Outta Here
To the bum with the cheap wine
Get 'em outta here
To the perps of the hate crimes
Get 'em outta here
Because the owner of a calm hand he is the real man
Punks on the get low
Get 'em outta here
To the fools with their fake gold
Get 'em outta here
To the San Diego po po
Get 'em outta here
Get 'em outta here

Now I called up Zing to hit the spots
Bought a couple of beers to chase the shots
Pacers, platinum until two
Then over to the vu to see what kind of trouble we could get into
What trouble we could get into
What trouble we could get into
What trouble we could get into

To the nines in the front row
Get 'em outta here
To the swollen toung coke ho
Get 'em outta here
Because unless it is a stiff trip
You get no tip
Filly in the peep booth
Get 'em outta here
You got the tweaker with the one tooth
Get 'em outta here
Say poppa on the eighty proof
Get 'em outta here
Get 'em outta here

Now back home to find my bed
I got a cool buzz chillin' inside my head
But just before the sun breaks through
I choke a little laugh and think about
The trouble that we get into
The trouble that we get into
The trouble that we get into
The trouble that we get into

To the busta with the hippy crack
Get 'em outta here
To the gold chain hair backs
Get 'em outta here
To the locks with the swag sacks
Get 'em outta here
'Cause unless you got the kinda nugs
You get no love

Wannabe porn stars
Get 'em outta here
The toughs that are so hard
Get 'em outta here
Granny in her sports car
Get 'em outta here
Get 'em outta here

To the label with the crook deals
Get 'em outta here
To the bands that play with no feel
Get 'em outta here
To the sailor in the high heels
Get 'em outta here
Got the stuffin' that bottleneck
Talk about a ship wreck
Itchy faced crackheads
Get 'em outta here
You got the flatulating fat chicks
Get 'em outta here
You gotta blast all hypocrites
Get 'em outta here
Get 'em outta here