Doin' All Right

Doin' All Right

I got hairs growin' around my nose and throat

I don't ever exercise the right to vote

When you see me on the street you yell "Jesus Christ!"

But I'm getting mine

I'm doin' all right

I'm not ever gonna go to Vietnam

I'd prefer to stay right here and [screw] your mom

When you see me on the street you yell "Jesus Christ!"

But I'm getting mine

I'm doin' all right

When I walk down the street

The people that I meet

Hold their noses and say,

"How are you fixed for blades?"

But I just walk on by

I don't even hear 'em

Because I'm high

And I'm getting almost as much [*****] as the spades

I'm doin' all right

We got to love one another

And we got to die

So rip your panties off

And ah look me right in the eye

You can't miss me

I look a lot like Jesus Christ

But I'm getting mine

I'm doin' all right

I got hairs growin' around my nose and throat

I don't ever exercise the right to vote

When you see me on the street you yell "Jesus Christ!"

But I'm getting mine

I'm doin' all right

But I'm getting mine

I'm doin' all right

What are you doing tonight?

But I'm getting mine

I'm doin' all right