King Of The Rodeo

He's so purity, a shaven and a mourning,
And standing on a pigeon toe, in his disarrayStraight in the picture pose,
He's coming around to meet youAnd screaming like a battle cry, its more if I stayMe and your cold, driving in the snow,
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
Cowgirl king of the rodeo, let the good times roll,
Let the good times rollHow dare you some to me like with nail for a favor,
Hold on not my fairy tale you're trying to startTake off your overcoat, you're staying for the weekend,
And swaying like a smokey grey, a drink in the parkMe and your cold, driving in the snow,
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
Cowgirl king of the rodeo, let the good times roll,
Let the good times rollGood time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.
Good time to roll on.