In the deep dark corners of some dirty barThe people find something that they’re looking forI can’t be bothered to look that farI got so much behind my own doorI got books and records and crossword puzzles and movies made for TVI’m living now but I ain’t loving yet and I need someone to share it all with meSo you canLet the good times rollRoll and pass me byI may not feel old insideLet the good times roll and pass me by