S-U-C-C-E-S-S
That's the way we spell success
Will we get it, the answers yes
S-U-C-C-E-S-S
Small town boy, so clean he squeaks
Pressed and polished for the big time dreams
Got a letter from his mama, and a boyish grin
Close his eyes one minute, and it nearly did him in
Yeah

You know there's nothin' like having that wall against your back
To get your ass in gear, and your mind on track
When wheels start turnin', things start falling into place
You'll be suprised what you can do with some intelligence and taste
Yeah

Chorus:

Sometimes The Good Guys Finish First
Sometimes your best is all it takes
You know that, Sometimes The Good Guys Finish First
Sometimes The Good Guys, Finish First

Back door logic, turn your head around
Use the front door and avoid the crowd
They're trying to tell you that it can't be done
Beatin' big boys at their own game is half the fun,
hey hey

(Repeat Chorus Twice)

The Good Guys, the Good Guys, the Good Guys, Finish First

(Chorus)

Sometimes The Good Guys Finish First
Walkin' a straight line in reverse
You know that, Sometimes The Good Guys Finish First
Sometimes The Good Guys, Finish First

(Chorus)