Lyrics Good Boy - Kevin Coyne

Good Boy

Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, excellent,
Head boy, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, good lad,
Well done, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
You’re just a lickspittle, lickspittle, lickspittle.
Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
All your days
You’ve done the right thing,
You never went away
When you went out to play,
You fetched the shopping
For Mrs. Baxter down the road,
You carried her load.
You were good,
You were fine,
You did all the right things
And you father got down on his knees
And said,
And prayed,
And said,
«Thank you, Lord,
For sending me such a son,
Such a son,
Such a son,
Such a bum,
Such a bum,
Such a son,
Such a bum,
Such a bum,
Such a son,
Such a son,
Such a bum,
Such a son, such a son, such a son, such a son, such a son,
You’re just a lickspittle, lickspittle, lickspittle, lickspittle.
Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, well done,
Good boy, excellent,
Good boy, head boy,
Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
Good boy, good boy,
Well done, good boy,
Well done, good boy,
Well done, good boy,
Good boy, good boy.
You’re just a lickspittle, lickspittle, lickspittle, lickspittle.
Good boy