King of the Rodeo

He's saw the purity of shaving in the morning

And standing all pigeon-toed, in his disarray

Straighten the picture pose

He's coming around to meet you

And screaming like a battle cry, "It's more if I stay"

Me and you 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 roll

How dare you come to me like Withnail for a favor

Ah, hold on, not my fairy tale you're trying to start

Take off your overcoat, you're staying for the weekend

And swaying like a smoky grey, a drink in the park

Me and you 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 roll

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

Good time to roll on