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Our sports team won a game of sports on the weekend
And the city went insane of course we did
Set a bus and a couple of cop cars on fire
Victory smells like burning tires
Iâve had a passion for the game
Since I was a little kid
My mittens lit up like a menorah in the desert
The paramedic was a one-eyed former vet
As she peeled away the wool and the skin
A sergeant appeared to my great chagrin
Said it looks like we have caught you
As red-handed as it gets
You call it a riot, I call it a celebration
You call it violence, I call it an altercation
Tomato, tomato, theyâre two different fruits completely
Donât take the good times away from me
Jail was not exactly like the movies
I befriended a shy con artist named Douglas the Duck
We played poker with paper we pretended was cash
And he always beat me at Balderdash
He could lie like a rug
And he was slippery as a hockey puck
The head warden was a donkey with the face of a man
One day he goes âboys things are changing here at the pen:
Games room privileges are restricted to alternate Fridays
And you know what they say, itâs my way or the highwayâ
Well Doug said, warden
I guess weâll take the highway then
You call it a riot, and yes I guess thatâs just what it was
You ask me why, then? And I can only answer âjust becauseâ
Does a fish need a reason to splash around in the sea?
Donât take the good times away from me
Donât let them take the good times away
Donât let them take the good times away
Donât let them take the good times away
Donât let them take the good times away