Deacon Blue And Ricky Ross - Good Lyrics
Now everyones singingHow babys in blackShe got holy rockerMad dog he called ronnieSay here come old flat topCome moving up slowlyAnd she got a smileI can feel in my hip pocketAnd I cry, I cry, I cryYes I sighWell its a big big dreamBut its a good oneAnd shes beside me at the wheelIt seems so realAnd the driving its so tiringAnd tank is less than zeroAnd my lips are chappedWhat with the roof down flatAnd my lips are achingAnd my veins is bustingAnd I cry, I cry, I cryYes I sighWell its a big big drreamBut its a good oneAnd babys got styleLike a missile siloAnd she got speedLike a derby racerSo you think Im confusedIn this wild hard mood?No, no she leads me by the handCant be bad