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