| 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 [pussy] 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 |