Gimmie Some Good Times - Lou Reed

    Hey, if that ain't the rock'n'roll animal himself, what you doing bro.
    (Standing on the corner)
    Well, I can see that, what you got in your hand
    (Suitcase in my hand)
    No, shit, what's this
    (Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest)
    Fucking faggot Johnson
    (Jack, sweet Jane, I'm in a rock'n'roll band)
    Well, I can see that

    Some people say that you can't - (no no no)
    No matter how good you are
    And some people say, they can't move - (no no no)
    No matter where they are

    Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times
    Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain
    No matter how ugly you are
    You know to me it all looks the same

    Rain from the morning in the blue clouds
    Now just shining up with dew
    Riding through the city in their big cars
    And me, I ain't got nothing to do

    Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times
    Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain
    Don't you know things always look ugly
    To me they always look the same

    Oh, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times
    Oh, Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain
    Don't you know that most things look ugly
    To me they always look the same

    Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
    To me they always look the same
    Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
    To me they always look the same
    Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
    To me they always look the same
    Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
    To me they always look the same
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    Marco Giunco
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