Feelin' Alright
Zigga-one, zigga-two, zigga-three, zigga-and
Minding my business, hanging on the scene
Kangaroos rolled by but I was clean
Got my tiger skin suit
Hair braided up and my jungle brother boots
Hopped on the vine and swung through the city
Today's your day, said the neighborhood gypsy
Kept on jumping to the other side of town
The place where I want to go to get down
Jam-packed and one green light
Not a crumb or crack and I'm feelin' alright
Told her I've to vibe and all systems go (uh-huh)
Packin' my gear, headin' for the next show (yeah)
Coolin' on the stoop, waitin' for my ride
My man Keith steps to my side
Chris pulls up, uncle Sam next to him (uh-huh)
I step to the curb he says, c'mon, get in!
Grandma waved as Chris hits the gas (yeah)
My hat flew off and Keith just laughed
Africa's with Sam, holdin' on to his seat
As Sam does ninety to a new bush beat
Arrive to the show with no time to spare
Check in the mirror run my hand through my hair
Offered drinks and drugs, to get me high
I put my hands in my pocket and passed them by
Well uhh, ahh-oh, I stretched out and yawned
Brushed my teeth then I carried on
Got myself dressed and off to work
I got there early, the boss was happy
Hey, good morning Africa
Let me show ya the surprise that I have for ya
Pulled out a check and read out raise
And I be cold vacationed for sixty days
Sixty days, layin' in the shade
And on top of that I'm stone cold paid
Packed the trunk of clothes and funk
Jumped on the plane, now what's my name?
Honey child, you can't tell me nothin'
Out in the motherland for two whole months
And whoo! feelin' alright
Uh-huh, feelin' alright
Di be di be di be di di be do da ra da da ra ta ta
Da da da da da da ta ah du bi du bi di do oh
Home from the show and I'm layin' back
Pulled an old school tape from out my rack
Tall glass of A.J and a real soft seat
As pow wow rocks a rhyme to Billy square, big beat
Cool c recalls of the crowd sayin' yeah
As many hands were thrown up in the air
I've got a fine memory of a very fine night
Can't sleep a wink cause I'm feelin' alright!
Da du da da du da be du be do do du
Feelin' alright, feelin' alright yeah yeah
Feelin' alright, feelin' alright
Feelin' alright, feelin' alright
Feelin' alright, feelin' alright
Da du da da du da be du be do do du
Feelin' alright, feelin' alright, yeah yeah
Feelin' alright, feelin' alright, yeah yeah
Minding my business, hanging on the scene
Kangaroos rolled by but I was clean
Got my tiger skin suit
Hair braided up and my jungle brother boots
Hopped on the vine and swung through the city
Today's your day, said the neighborhood gypsy
Kept on jumping to the other side of town
The place where I want to go to get down
Jam-packed and one green light
Not a crumb or crack and I'm feelin' alright
Told her I've to vibe and all systems go (uh-huh)
Packin' my gear, headin' for the next show (yeah)
Coolin' on the stoop, waitin' for my ride
My man Keith steps to my side
Chris pulls up, uncle Sam next to him (uh-huh)
I step to the curb he says, c'mon, get in!
Grandma waved as Chris hits the gas (yeah)
My hat flew off and Keith just laughed
Africa's with Sam, holdin' on to his seat
As Sam does ninety to a new bush beat
Arrive to the show with no time to spare
Check in the mirror run my hand through my hair
Offered drinks and drugs, to get me high
I put my hands in my pocket and passed them by
Well uhh, ahh-oh, I stretched out and yawned
Brushed my teeth then I carried on
Got myself dressed and off to work
I got there early, the boss was happy
Hey, good morning Africa
Let me show ya the surprise that I have for ya
Pulled out a check and read out raise
And I be cold vacationed for sixty days
Sixty days, layin' in the shade
And on top of that I'm stone cold paid
Packed the trunk of clothes and funk
Jumped on the plane, now what's my name?
Honey child, you can't tell me nothin'
Out in the motherland for two whole months
And whoo! feelin' alright
Uh-huh, feelin' alright
Di be di be di be di di be do da ra da da ra ta ta
Da da da da da da ta ah du bi du bi di do oh
Home from the show and I'm layin' back
Pulled an old school tape from out my rack
Tall glass of A.J and a real soft seat
As pow wow rocks a rhyme to Billy square, big beat
Cool c recalls of the crowd sayin' yeah
As many hands were thrown up in the air
I've got a fine memory of a very fine night
Can't sleep a wink cause I'm feelin' alright!
Da du da da du da be du be do do du
Feelin' alright, feelin' alright yeah yeah
Feelin' alright, feelin' alright
Feelin' alright, feelin' alright
Feelin' alright, feelin' alright
Da du da da du da be du be do do du
Feelin' alright, feelin' alright, yeah yeah
Feelin' alright, feelin' alright, yeah yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Damon Butler, Phillip Gordy, David Loeffler, Trey Parker, Darric Lawrence Graham
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