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 Johnson (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 Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie 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 Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain Don't you know things always look ugly To me they always look the same Oh, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times Oh, Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie 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
