I´ve been listening to my radio
for two or three years
And the music they´ve been playing is so doggone bad
That it´s offendin´to my ears
But them kids come over from the Mersey river
Made us think back till then
So let´s put on our shoes
And think about the blues
And start all over again

With that Good Time Music
Like we played so long ago, don´t you know
With that Good Time Music
Yes, it´s back on the radio

I don´t want no cryin´violins
No sax, no slide trombones
I don´t want no screaming ya-ya girls
And no honkin´English horns
I don´t want no symphony orchestra
With the Mormon Tabernacle Choir
All I want is a guita, a harp and drum
Just to set my soul on fire

With that Good Time Music...