Kings Of Leon

He's so the purity, a shaven and a mourning,
And standing on a pigeon toe, in his disarray
Straight in the picture pose
He's coming round to meet you
And screaming like a battle cry, it's more if I stay
Me and your cold, driving in the snow,
Let the good times roll let the good times roll,
Cowgirl king of the rodeo let the good times roll,