Lyrics

FLOORDROBE’S PILING UP AGAIN,
A FRAYED OLD COTTON MOUNTAIN. GREASE, OIL AND PAINT STAINED CLOTH,
NO WAY THAT I CAN COUNT EM’.
THEY TELL A STORY OF MY LIFE,
I LOVE EM’ EVERY THREAD,
THEY MAY LOOK SAD, HIT MY NOSE,
FROM THE END OF THIS OLD BED.

BUT I FEEL GOOD, I FEEL GOOD,
I FEEL GOOD, IN MY DIRTY CLOTHES.

THEY COME WHEN I WHISTLE,
AND THEY JUMP RIGHT ON MY BACK. IRON OUT THEIR CREASES,
LIKE A COIN ON A RAILWAY TRACK.
THEY WALK ACROSS MY DARKENED ROOM, IN PERFECT ORDER TOO,
SOCKS, JEANS, T SHIRT, AND MY LAZY DANCING SHOES.

BUT I FEEL GOOD, I FEEL GOOD,
I FEEL GOOD, IN MY DIRTY CLOTHES.

THEY’VE DONE THE MILES IN BROKEN CARS, TIME IN FOREIGN PLACES.
KEPT ME WARM IN BORROWED BEDS,
MISSING ALL THEIR BLANKETS.
TO HELL WITH ALL YOU FASHION CRITICS, PIN UP BOYS IN WHITE,
I KNOW WHAT SUITS THIS SHELL OF MINE, I DON’T CARE IF IT AIN’T RIGHT.

CAUSE’ I FEEL GOOD, I FEEL GOOD,
I FEEL GOOD, IN MY DIRTY CLOTHES.
I FEEL GOOD, I FEEL GOOD,
I FEEL GOOD IN MY DIRTY CLOTHES.