Kid Is Alright
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..
