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Kid Is Alright Lyrics

he's got some pickles in his pocket
he always wins a game of croquet
plays pinball always lighting lock-it
hey, kid is alright...
his olive's full of pimiento
his teeth are white from pepsodento
makes all muchachas caliente
and in the morning, bursting out of bed

fit like a porn-king, no butter on his bread
push-ups and hair fan and it's off to work
checking his sun tan, ready to go berserk
to prove his not a jerk
he is his mother's supernova
he is his daddy's four-leaf clover
the company's jehovah
don't know 'bout rest and relaxation
can't recognise a good vibration
he's living in a happy nation
and in the morning, bursting out of bed..

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