Good Times - Matt Costa

Baby we’re running out of money

Honey we’re running out of dough

I’m turning back to the man that I once was

But it was fun to fool them for a while

Finally those… good times are coming

Those good times are coming

Good times are coming… to an end

Good times are coming

Those good times are coming

Good times are coming… to an end

Everyone smiles for a sad song

Especially when they’re riding high

But right now it’s a crying shame

That the good times are coming to an end

Finally those… good times are coming

Those good times are coming

Good times are coming… to an end

All those… good times are coming

Those good times are coming

Good times are coming… to an end

I won’t miss those fancy dinners

Won’t even miss those fancy clothes

I won’t miss that girl I love

I’m just turning back to the man that I once was

Finally those… good times are coming

Those good times are coming

Good times are coming… to an end

All those… good times are coming

Those good times are coming

Good times are coming… to an end

Babe we’re running out of money

Honey we’re running out of dough

Let’s slow it all in a fiery bash

And the rest we’ll put up into smoke

Finally those… good times are coming

Those good times are coming

Good times are coming… to an end

All those… good times are coming

Those good times are coming

Good times are coming… to an end

All those… good times are coming

Those good times are coming

Good times are coming… to an end

All those… good times are coming

Those good times are coming

Good times are coming… to an end

Good times are coming

Those good times are coming now

Good times are coming

Those good times are coming now

Good times are coming

Those good times are coming

Good times are coming… to an end

Good times are coming

Those good times are coming

Good times are coming… to an end

All those… good times are coming

Those good times are coming

Good times are coming… to an end

Good times are coming… to an end