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