powder blue pantsuit, he jogs around the neighborhood
hanson's on the walkman because they rock
he keeps a telephone handy in his fanny pack
so his wife can call him up and tell him what 'ta bring back
it's all good
it's all good
it's all good
she got a job at the copy rocket
got her shirt with her name embroidered on her pocket
she likes to watch sports lunchtime on the cable
suckin' on beer cans underneath the coffee table
we're all special, everyone of us
we're all beautiful in our own way
we're all a part of a great big wad
and nothin' could be finer
it's all good
it's all good
it's all good
he's got a reputation, big dirty farmer
likes to think he's a real lady charmer
he keeps 'em in line with his bible belt
when he lays down the law it really brings up the welts
