The Mopeds - Kid Is Alright lyrics

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 p**n-king, no bu*ter 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 p**n-king, no bu*ter 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... (x2)