Hey, if that ain't the rock'n'roll animal himself, what you doing bro.   (standing on the corner)   Well, I can see that, what you got in your hand   (suitcase in my hand)   No, shit, what's this   (jack is in his corset, jane is in her vest)   Fucking faggot johnson   (jack, sweet jane, I'm in a rock'n'roll band)   Well, I can see that      Some people say that you can't - (no no no)   No matter how good you are   And some people say, they can't move - (no no no)   No matter where they are      Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times   Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain   No matter how ugly you are   You know to me it all looks the same      Rain from the morning in the blue clouds   Now just shining up with dew   Riding through the city in their big cars   And me, I ain't got nothing to do      Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times   Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain   Don't you know things always look ugly   To me they always look the same      Oh, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times   Oh, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain   Don't you know that most things look ugly   To me they always look the same      Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know   To me they always look the same   Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know   To me they always look the same   Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know   To me they always look the same   Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know   To me they always look the same