Captain Good Times Lyrics & Chords By Steve Forde

Long neck, beer, wine, women and whiskey
Got to get ya fired up so ya all come with me
Come and kick it with the ploughboy flip it mak e a loud noise
Gptta get naked if you wanna get a cowboy
I'm a new breed so come see and set free who you'll be just follow my lead

Come cruising in my 65' good-timin' machine
Be cranin' that shika up soo much it'll burst at the seams
I'll be ripped on music, you will be too
Come ride with captain good times tonight

I know a little place set back from the rat race
Faced eighteen hundred acres
days spend on occasion
It'd a three day chilled dry scotch vacation
A twist of the jakuzz and a veiw of the hugest boobs
Can do it with ease just believe coz all you gotta do is

Come cruising in my 65' good-timin' machine
Be cranin' that shika up soo much it'll burst at the seams
I'll be ripped on music, you will be too
Come ride with captain good times tonight

Flange Come on
You can never ever, ever get on my level
I should have been rock star to the heavy metal
Now I'm deep up in the game of ****** with a shovel
Climbin' up sugar hull watchin' my lac level
I got diamonds in the bezel I don't stand a chance
They say they **** around and put young doob with flange
now who da man (who da man) ya got a plot, I got a plan
to blow a grand and have Sarah makin more than da band
you people still be drivin' houses
I thought I told you I was country on the "chronic 2000"
Thirty carats in my teeth I'm a shinin' star
Especially with Barney on the beats and Steve on the guitar
Steve showed me his horses I showed him my candy car
The he turned me on the Bundy and I put him up on the bar?
Then we doubled parked the lac VIP and blew a gar
From Texas to Sydney you know who us are

Come cruising in my 65' good-timin' machine
Be cranin' that shika up soo much it'll burst at the seams
I'll be ripped on music, you will be too