Well here's a good man and a pretty young girl trying to play together somehow. I'm wasting my life, you're changing the world. I get drunk and watch your head grow. It's the good times that we share and the bad times that we'll have. It's the good times and the bad times that we had. Well it's been a long slow collision, I'm a pitbull, you're a dog. Baby you're foul in clear conditions, but you're handsome in the fog. So I need some fine wine, and you, you need to be nicer, for the good times and the bad times that we'll have. Sometimes we talk over dinner like old friends till I go and kill the bottle. I go off over any old thing, break your heart and raise a glass or ten.