Text: Catch 22. Good Times.

Mostly I'm an optamist,
bore my bad news and still persist
goin on about my problems say,
what's wrong with our world today?

It may sound funny, but I give you all my money,
and keep on going without a doubt.

I never thought I would make it this far,
stumbling between every nightclub and bar.
Every time I seem to catch my big break,
the man call me up says there's been a mistake.

Who can I count on? What can I count on?
Where should I turn to? Why should I be with you?

It may sound funny, but I give you all my money,
and keep on going without a doubt.
The good times playin, sayin life is good,
it could be better, don't you dare, go ahead give up.

From day to day I could get depressed,
but I've never paid someone to be opressed
when shit its the fan,
I simply sit back and follow the plan.

It may sound funny, but I give you all my money,
and keep on going without a doubt.
The good times playin, sayin life is good,
it could be better, don't you dare, go ahead give up.

Who can I count on? What can I count on?
Where should I turn to? Why should I be with you?

It may sound funny, but I give you all my money,
and keep on going without a doubt.
The good times playin, sayin life is good,
it could be better, don't you dare go ahead give up.

The good times playin, sayin life is good,
it could be better, don't you dare go ahead give up.

Who can I count on? What can I count on?
Where should I turn to? Why should I