Letra de The Good Life (LP version) - Weezer
Letra de canci�n de The Good Life (LP version) de Weezer lyrics
(Yeah, check me.)
When I look in the mirror, I can't believe what I see.
Tell me who's that funky dude, starin' back at me?
Broken, beaten down, can't even get around.
Without an old man cane, I fall and hit the ground.
Shivering in the cold, I'm bitter and alone. (woo!)
Excuse the bitchin', I shouldn't complain.
I should have no feeling, 'cause feeling is pain.
As everything I need, is denied me.
And everything I want, is taken away from me.
But who I got to blame? Nobody but me.
And I don't wanna be an old man anymore.
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor.
Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night; it's time I got back to the good life.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
I wanna go back, yeah!
Screw this crap, I've had it! (I've had it!)
I ain't no Mr. Cool.
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I'm a pig, I'm a dog, so 'scuse me if I drool.
I ain't gonna hurt nobody, ain't gonna 'cause a scene.
I just need to admit that I want sugar in my tea.
(Hear me) Hear me? I want sugar in my tea!
And I don't wanna be an old man anymore.
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor.
Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night; it's time I got back to the good life.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
I wanna go back, yeah!
I wanna go back, I wanna go back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
I wanna go back, yeah!
And I don't wanna be an old man anymore.
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor.
Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night; it's time I got back to the good life.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
(I wanna go back) I wanna go back.
When I look in the mirror, I can't believe what I see.
Tell me who's that funky dude, starin' back at me?
Broken, beaten down, can't even get around.
Without an old man cane, I fall and hit the ground.
Shivering in the cold, I'm bitter and alone. (woo!)
Excuse the bitchin', I shouldn't complain.
I should have no feeling, 'cause feeling is pain.
As everything I need, is denied me.
And everything I want, is taken away from me.
But who I got to blame? Nobody but me.
And I don't wanna be an old man anymore.
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor.
Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night; it's time I got back to the good life.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
I wanna go back, yeah!
Screw this crap, I've had it! (I've had it!)
I ain't no Mr. Cool.
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/the-good-life--lp-version--weezer.php
I'm a pig, I'm a dog, so 'scuse me if I drool.
I ain't gonna hurt nobody, ain't gonna 'cause a scene.
I just need to admit that I want sugar in my tea.
(Hear me) Hear me? I want sugar in my tea!
And I don't wanna be an old man anymore.
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor.
Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night; it's time I got back to the good life.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
I wanna go back, yeah!
I wanna go back, I wanna go back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
I wanna go back, yeah!
And I don't wanna be an old man anymore.
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor.
Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night; it's time I got back to the good life.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
(I wanna go back) I wanna go back.
