Good To Be Me Lyrics

My last clean shirt and my old brown shoes

A six string guitar and the poor boy blues

Playing for change in the middle of town

Same old story not enough to go round

Got a little crowd down on Durie Street

They're singing along and they're tapping their feet

It's a beautiful thing, though to tell you the truth

It's nice to be out but the money's no good

Born lazy, just a little bit crazy, but a smile on my face

Doing fine just killing time in some fantastic place

Sun's out, there's not a cloud as far as I can see

So I get another drink in, then I get to thinking that it's good

Good to be me

Here's Mr. Horne trying to move me on

Says the music's too loud and my hair's too long

Well it is what it is and it's always the same

But another Rum and Coke and I'm back in the game

He talking about something that means nothing at all

But I stopped listening about an hour ago

Says you better get going if you're going somewhere

He doesn't seem to get it that I just don't care

Born lazy, just a little bit crazy, but a smile on my face

Doing fine just killing time in some fantastic place

Sun's out, there's not a cloud as far as I can see

So I get another drink in, then I get to thinking that it's good

Good to be me

Born lazy, just a little bit crazy, but a smile on my face

Doing fine just killing time in some fantastic place

Sun's out, there's not a cloud as far as I can see

So I get another drink in, then I get to thinking that it's good

Good to be me