The Good Life

I can’t believe what I see
Tell me, who’s that funky dude
starin’back at me?
Broken, beaten down can’t even get around
without an old-man cane I fall and hit the ground
Shivering in the cold, I’m bitter and alone
Excuse the bitchin'- I shouldn’t complain
I should have no feeling, this feeling and this pain
as everything I need is denied me and everything I want is taken away from me But who do I got to blame? Nobody but me I don’t wanna be a old man anymore
It’s been a year or two since I was out on the floor
Shakin’booty, makin’sweet love all the night
It’s time I got back to the good life
It’s time I got back, it’s time I got back
and I don’t even know how I got off the track
I wanna go back, yeah!
Screw this crap, I’ve had it!
I ain’t no mr. cool
I’m a pig, I’m a dog
so 'scuse me if I drool
I ain’t gonna hurt nobody
ain’t gonna cause a scene
I just need to admit I want sugar in my tea
Hear me? (Hear me?) I want sugar in my tea!