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 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 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