Sweet,
no sugars in his tea
He prefers nicotine
He drinks it like it's free
Most mornings he
Goes riding in the streets
On his bike from Italy
A sign I always see him calling
Here's a story I tell
Of a good man He was a good,
good,
good,
good man
He was a good,
good,
good,
good man He was a good,
good,
good,
good man
Every day he starts his answer,
don't does he care?
His skin was tough as thieves,
oh trust me He got everything he needs
A front door with some keys He told his family that's why
Here's a story I tell Of a good man
He was a good,
good,
good,
good man He was a good,
good,
good,
good man He was a good,
good,
good,
good man And every day he starts his answer,
don't does he care?
He was the best, he was my guy,
my reason why
He slipped away in his sleep His heart is in this beat
I hear it 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3
He came to say hello Let everybody know
That there is such a thing As a good,
good,
good,
good man
He was a good, good, good, good man
He was a good, good, good, good man