Fugs 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 byyyyyyyyyyy
I'm doin' all right
I'm not ever goin' to go to Vietnam
I'd rather stay right here and [screw] your mom
When you see me on the street you yell "Jesus Christ!"
But I'm getting byyyyyyyyyyy
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 money?"
But I'm just walk on by
I don't even hear 'em
Because I'm high
And I'm getting almost as much [pussy] as the spades
I'm doin' all right
I got true love for another
And we got to die(?)
So I'll rip your panties off
And ah look me right in the eye
You can't miss me
I look like Jesus Christ
But I'm getting byyyyyyyyyyy
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 byyyyyyyyyyy
I'm doin' all right
But I'm getting byyyyyyyyyyy
I'm doin' all right
What are you doing tonight?
But I'm getting byyyyyyyyyyy
I'm doin' all right
