Good — текст песни (Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross)

Now everyone`s singing
How baby`s in black
She got Holy Rocker
Mad Dog he called Ronnie
Say here come old flat top
Come moving up slowly
And she got a smile
I can feel in my hip pocket

And I cry, I cry, I cry
Yes I sigh
Well it`s a big big dream
But it`s a good one

And she`s beside me at the wheel
It seems so real
And the driving it`s so tiring
And tank is less than zero
And my lips are chapped
What with the roof down flat
And my lips are aching
And My Veins Is Busting

And I cry, I cry, I cry
Yes I sigh
Well it`s a big big drream
But it`s a good one

And baby`s got style
Like a missile silo
And she got speed
Like a Derby Racer
So you think I`m confused
In this wild hard mood?
No, no she leads me by the hand
Can`t be bad