Call it Good Times

Call it good times Call it bad Call it everything I want but never had Call it bad times Call it good Call it everything I wish I said but never would Call me a stud (hey stud) Then crash my car (then crash my car) I'll be your boy it doesn't matter who you are I'll be the hole (the hole) If you can dig (if you can dig) And let me know how life is looking from the pits I must be somebody's problem (you know it) Why can't that someone be you I tried it once before but no one opened up the door and looked at me the way that you do I say you good? What's got your goose, love? I ask again she says something along the lines of "Life tries to put me in a box And once it starts it never parts it never stops" I must be somebody's problem (you know it) Why can't that somebody be you? I feel so damn unsure I'm always coming back for more and I only hope that you want me to I must be somebody's angel Somebody's angel is me So if I'm half the contender that I'm pretending to be I must be somebody's problem but what a problem to be so if you need a solution Then don't come looking for me