Lyrics Good Time Crowd - Chuck Prophet

Good Time Crowd

Never fired a pistol loaded, to the ceiling just for kicks
Yeah, just to know what it’s like
Never made love on a windswept dune
Sent a postcard back from Crete
Hold on, you never know when I might
I get so lonely
Ah, you gonna know me
I want to run, with the good time crowd
I want to run, with the good time crowd
I want to run, with the good time crowd
I want to run, with the good time crowd
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack he got his candlestick
Yeah, it’s alright
Never wrecked a stolen motorbike into an open ditch
Hold on, never know when I might
You gonna know me
I get so lonely baby
I want to run, with the good time crowd
I want to run, with the good time crowd
I want to run, with the good time crowd
I want to run, with the good time crowd