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