Good Times Bad Times (Instrumental Version) - The Hit Co. (熱歌公司)
In the days of my youth,
I was told what it means to be a man,
Now I've reached that age,
I've tried to do all those things the best I can.
No matter how I try,
I find my way into the same old jam.
Good Times, Bad Times, you know I had my share;
When my woman left home for a brown eyed man,
Well, I still don't seem to care.
Seventeen, I fell in love with a girl as sweet as could be,
The only took a couple of days 'til she was rid of me.
She swore that she would be all mine
And love me till the end,
But when I whispered in her ear,
I lost another friend, oooh.
Good Times, Bad Times,
You know I had my share;
When my woman left home
For a brown eyed man,
I know what it means to be alone,
I sure do wish I was at home.
I don't care what the neighbors say,
I'm gonna love you each and every day.
You can feel the beat within my heart.
Realize, sweet babe, we ain't ever gonna part.