Cloud Cult

I'm Feeling So Fuckin' Fine


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I was born in the belly of a frog and my brain is a bottle of vodka
Dirt eyes, leather wings, and my arms are made of maracas
Do you find me attractive 'cause if we don't act now I might pass out
And I'm feeling so fuckin' fine
I'm feeling so fuckin', I'm feeling so fuckin' fine

My boy my little boy boy left me behind a multi-bodied mess
I just need to feel good, and would you slip off your dress
It's just a quick fix, it's just a safety rope
How much dope would a woodchuck smoke if a woodchuck could smoke could smoke dope

My wife my pretty wife wife left me behind and I'm going crazy
I just need to feel good, let's go make a baby
It's just a dumb drug, it's just my safety line
I'm drunk on chicken blood, I'm feeling so fuckin' fine
I'm feeling so fuckin', I'm feeling so fuckin' fine