she was given up to the notion of temperate seas and novascotian winters and nights dreaming by the firelight a solitary life adrift upon the north atlantic ocean where she could find the time to let the good times roll for all those who know how it feels to be alone alone were you thrown to the lions skin and bone but not afraid of dying alone an old friend on the telephone still eyeing the prize of a solitary life oh where you could find the time she was given to claims about the state making gains from the rising cost of living but it s living all the same if you re not spitting teeth you re singing in the rain so how do you complain so let the good times roll for all those who know how it feels to be alone alone and on the other side is a golden dawn where you ll never be alone alone so let the good times roll let the good times roll let the good times roll let the good times roll let the good times roll let the good times roll let the good times roll let the good times roll let the good times roll let the good times roll let the good times roll let the good times roll let the good times roll let the good times roll