(They call her 'Good Time Sally' From deep in the valley of the sand blown southern hills, Deep blue eyes and the finest set of thighs, That ever set on two wheels).... She's a fair weather rider, Got her leathers beside her, And her bike up in the back, She's got her map on the seat, And plenty to eat over there in a sack.... She comes well equipped to take a dip, In the creek next to the camp, She can pitch a tent And build a camp fire, By the light of a coal oil lamp.... Good time Sally She makes all the parties, And most of the shows, And lives from run to run, She's her own best friend, And loves everybody and always having fun.... Yeah she could steal your heart, When she tries to start, That Knucklehead with a kick, She grips the bars real tight, And brings it alive, And says, 'you gotta know the trick'.... Good time sally
