Woke up in London yesterdayFound myself in the city near PiccadillyDon't really know how I got hereI got some pictures on my phoneNew names and numbers that I don't knowAddress to places like Abbey RoadDay turns to night, night turns to whatever we wantWe're young enough to sayOh this has gotta be the good lifeThis has gotta be the good lifeThis could really be a good life, good lifeSay oh, got this feeling that you can't fightLike this city is on fire tonightThis could really be a good lifeA good, good lifeTo my friends in New York, I say helloMy friends in L.A. they don't knowWhere I've been for the past few years or soParis to China to ColoradoSometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump outSometimes there's bull**** that don't work nowWe are God of stories but please tell me-e-e-eWhat there's to complain about.When you're happy like a foolLet it take you overWhen everything is outYou gotta take it inOh this has gotta be the good lifeThis has gotta be the good lifeThis could really be a good life, good lifeSay oh, got this feeling that you can't fightLike this city is on fire tonightThis could really be a good lifeA good, good lifeOh this has gotta be the good lifeThis has gotta be the good lifeThis could really be a good life, good lifeSay oh, got this feeling that you can't fightLike this city is on fire tonightThis could really be a good lifeA good, good lifeTo my friends in New York, I say helloMy friends in L.A. they don't knowWhere I've been for the past few years or soParis to China to ColoradoSometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump outSometimes there's bull**** that don't work nowWe are God of stories but please tell me-e-e-eWhat there's to complain about.
