/ This next song is actually the best song we’ve got. We’ll fix it in post.

/ Fuck. Fuck. No. Fuck you. It doesn’t matter anymore. This is the best song we’ve got. We’ll fix it in post.

Stop!
We are good times!
We’re from the ’80s and we’re here to help,
That’s when the lion awoke,
And Mephistopheles spoke
He said you still got some time, baby,
There’s still time to choke!

That’s where her majesty dines,
On perpendicular lines,
Stop making me stop,
We are good times!

Stop!
We are good times!
And I don’t even know.
It keeps repeating,
It keeps repeating,
It keeps repeating and I don’t even know.

This job is taking its toll,
Some time, it’d be so droll,
You got to jam it baby,
Go on and jam it in the hole!

Portable pleasure, whatever you use,
We are good times in whatever form you
No battery but your,
Flesh-fantasy, the love goes on and on.

Stop!
We are good times!
It keeps pushin’!
It keeps pushin’ me down!
It keeps pushin’!
Tell me are you gonna push, push!

You’re just a sick banshee
A certain fantasy,
An alternative version of what I need,

So fly your flag up a pole,
It’s entertainable gold,
Rock ‘n’ roll black hole,
Just go and jam it in the hole!

Jam it in the hole!

Jam it in the hole!

Stop!
We are good times!
I’m God’s love, baby!
I’m Courtney Love, baby!
Who the hell are you?
No battery, but your lights are on,
Flesh-fantasy, the love goes on

Portable pleasure, whatever you use,
We are good times in whatever form you
Low battery but your lights are on,
Flesh-fantasy, the love goes on

Portable pleasure, whatever you use,
Come on, we are good times in whatever form you choose,
What’s the market-value of our soul,
Kids keep jammin’
In the rock and roll black hole,

Greasin’ up the pleasure pole,
Kids keep jammin’ in the rock and roll black hole

What’s the market-value of our soul
Kids keep jammin’
In the rock and roll black hole

Greasin’ up the pleasure pole,
Kids keep jammin’ in the rock and roll black hole
Yes sir!