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 he's not a jerk

He is his mother's supernova
He is his daddy's four-leaf clover
The company's jehovah

Hey, kid is alright...

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
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 he's not a jerk
Hey, kid is alright...
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