Songtexte:
Three Dog Night Good Time Living

get back to some good time livin' Got to get out where the air is sweet Got to, got to get back livin' Work with our hands live off the land Feel good

get back living. Gotta, gotta, got, got, to get back living. Gotta, gotta, got, got, to get back living. Gotta, gotta, got, got, to get back living.

nose, til her whole face explodes There's three things I hate: girls, women and bitches Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets Call me Boogie Night

Cruise on that couch if that money right West Hollywood feels like a bunny night With GOOD company and better jewelers To the Good Life, we GOOD music

enough, huh My life got ups and downs like an all night fuck,so what (*inhales*) Y'all really want from me (*exhales*) I'm trying to live with two hoes like three

Banks] I'm who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably Come with me, round and some would see why they fuck with me Bentley's pulling up in three

Kept throwin' up the whole time The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore And, oh yeah, three

wild wild west, that's the place Suckers take a bite, and don't even taste The California lifestyle that I live Mack these hoes every chance I get Like a drop SL, three times

her whole face explodes There's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches I'm that vicious to walk up and drop-kick midgets They call me Boogie Night