| Song | Kid's Allright |
| Artist | Bettie Serveert |
| Album | Palomine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bettie Serveert, VanDijk | |
| Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue | |
| Smoking fags and feeling cool | |
| Talking to the guy who lives downstairs | |
| Walking around in ridiculous flares | |
| Back in the bushes, we find a cat | |
| Beat'm up with a baseball bat | |
| And grandma says we'll turn out bad | |
| And go straight to hell, just like dad | |
| But don't get your hopes up high | |
| The kid's allright | |
| Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue | |
| Falling in love and feeling blue | |
| Flirting with the guy who lives downstairs | |
| And walking around in ridiculous flares | |
| Playing hooky, pretend we're sick | |
| Momma don't care if it's just a trick | |
| 'Cause she just wishes she never had | |
| Those kids from hell who drive her mad | |
| But don't get your hopes up high | |
| The kid's allright | |
| Now don't you think the kid's allright |
| zuo ci : Bettie Serveert, VanDijk | |
| Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue | |
| Smoking fags and feeling cool | |
| Talking to the guy who lives downstairs | |
| Walking around in ridiculous flares | |
| Back in the bushes, we find a cat | |
| Beat' m up with a baseball bat | |
| And grandma says we' ll turn out bad | |
| And go straight to hell, just like dad | |
| But don' t get your hopes up high | |
| The kid' s allright | |
| Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue | |
| Falling in love and feeling blue | |
| Flirting with the guy who lives downstairs | |
| And walking around in ridiculous flares | |
| Playing hooky, pretend we' re sick | |
| Momma don' t care if it' s just a trick | |
| ' Cause she just wishes she never had | |
| Those kids from hell who drive her mad | |
| But don' t get your hopes up high | |
| The kid' s allright | |
| Now don' t you think the kid' s allright |
| zuò cí : Bettie Serveert, VanDijk | |
| Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue | |
| Smoking fags and feeling cool | |
| Talking to the guy who lives downstairs | |
| Walking around in ridiculous flares | |
| Back in the bushes, we find a cat | |
| Beat' m up with a baseball bat | |
| And grandma says we' ll turn out bad | |
| And go straight to hell, just like dad | |
| But don' t get your hopes up high | |
| The kid' s allright | |
| Down in the cellar with Dolly and Sue | |
| Falling in love and feeling blue | |
| Flirting with the guy who lives downstairs | |
| And walking around in ridiculous flares | |
| Playing hooky, pretend we' re sick | |
| Momma don' t care if it' s just a trick | |
| ' Cause she just wishes she never had | |
| Those kids from hell who drive her mad | |
| But don' t get your hopes up high | |
| The kid' s allright | |
| Now don' t you think the kid' s allright |