Good Times Are Out to Get You

Oh, Lord I think I'm slipping again

Help me please I think I’m slipping again



You pick me up and turn me around

You make a smile out of my frown

When I am lost you put me together

You make the good times last forever

When I fall down and I'm sinking low

You grab my hand and won't let go

You gave me warnings I didn't heed

But you’re still there in my time of need



What goes up, must come down

But what is funky is hanging around

Oh, Lord I think I'm slipping again

What goes up, must come down

Help me please I think I'm slipping again

What goes up must come down



You pick me up and you set me right

You calm my nerves when you hold me tight

You're always there when I'm facing trouble

I lean on you when I start to stumble

You give me strength when I am weak

You understand me when I can't speak

You fill me up when I'm past empty

But in return you ask for nothing



What goes up must come down

What goes up must come down



What goes up must come down

But what gets funky is always around



You pick me up and warm my soul

When I am cold and lost control

You put a smile back on my face

And make the frown go without a trace

When I am hurt you feel my pain

You help me out and never complain

You comfort me when I feel alone

And bring me back to the safety zone



What goes up must come down

What goes up must come down

What goes up must come down



What goes up, must come down

But what gets funky is hanging around

Oh, Lord I think I'm slipping again

What goes up, must come down

What goes up, must come down

Help me please I think I'm slipping again

What goes up must come down