History has a way

Of forgetting

The good times

But nothing that they say

Can take away

The good times

Here's a man

You can call your own

As far away

As the telephone

You wouldn't care

For just anybody

Now would you?

Then I must be somebody

And someone and someone

Makes two

Here's a man

And he's all alone

But close enough

To touch someone

For good times

Good times

Good times

Good times

Don't know how to describe

Don't wanna try

(Touch them and they're gone)

Don't know how to describe

Don't wanna try

Time after time after

All of the good times

Good times

Can't take away

Good times

Not fade away

Good times

All of the good times