I'm Sorry That You're Feelin' Fine

 

I met a wanna-be society lady last week.   

She really blew me away.                                          

It was a shame how the woman was sufferin’.

Listen and I’ll tell you what she had to say.

She said, “I don’t mean to complain and I don’t wanna gloat

But people cryin’ about pain really gets my goat.

They might be dyin’ of aids but they’ve never had to deal

With caviar stains on a new fur coat.  

Everybody has their cross to bear

You’d be shocked what they charge just to do my hair. 

I pay six figure taxes and my maid needs a raise

And I really can’t spare a dime.                 

I said, “I  feel absolutely awful about that. 

I’m Sorry That You’re Feelin’ Fine.

I feelin’ absolutely awful about that. 

I’m Sorry That You’re Feelin’ Fine. 

    

I met a real live philanthropist just the other day.     

Hey, hey, I was mighty impressed.

He was president of this and he was chairman of that

And he was absolutely perfectly dressed. 

He reluctantly accepted a world of praise

For miracles accomplished in his younger days,

For saving starving babies in a far away land

While he carelessly trampled on their third world ways.

He said, “I do what I can.  I give a little away.

If I net a couple million, Hell, that’s okay. 

I don’t mind savin’ downtrodden souls

As long as they leave me what’s mine.”  

I said, “I feel a little bit funny about that. 

I’m Sorry That You’re Feelin’ Fine.

I feel a little bit funny about that. 

I’m Sorry That You’re Feelin’ Fine.”  

 

I went to see the priest after Sunday mass.

He was braggin’ about the souls that he saved.

He said he was a man of God and it wasn’t his fault

If his brothers in the cloth misbehaved. 

He said, “The Pope’s gone back to Poland and the Vatican’s a mess.

The Cardinal took a lover and the Bishop wears a dress.

Every man is sinnin’ with another sinner’s wife

An' on Saturday morning they got nothin’ to confess.”  

He said, “I’d like to help you out.  I see you’re feelin’ up tight.

Perhaps tomorrow morning this is bingo night. 

Collections are down and the church needs the cash.

You can see that my butt’s on the line.”

I said, “It seems a Hell of a time to be a holy man. 

I’m Sorry That You’re Feelin’ Fine.

It seems a Hell of a time to be a holy man. 

I’m Sorry That You’re Feelin’ Fine.” 

 

I met a hot little number at a party last night.

She was lookin’ so good.

She seemed a little bit kinky and she moved so fine.

I was kinda thinkin’ maybe she would. 

I didn’t wanna come across like a typical bore

So I asked her to dance and when we hit the floor

I said, “You light up the room.  Why don’t you light my fire?

I ain’t seen nothin’ like you since before the war.  

From what I can see I sure like what you got."

I said, "Why don’t you meet me I the parkin’ lot?” 

She turned and she mumbled as she walked away.

She said, “No thank you.  This is not a good time.”  

I said, ”But I’m feelin’ positively perfect pretty baby. 

I’m Sorry That You’re Feelin’ Fine.

I’m feelin’ positively perfect pretty baby. 

I’m Sorry That You’re Feelin’ Fine.” 

 

Now everybody out there’s after somebody’s tail.

Some people chasin’ their own.

Hungry people searchin’ for a pie in the sky.

Every dog’s lookin’ for a bone. 

I want what’s his an' she wants what’s mine.

He wants a little piece of your behind.

Life is just a circle jerk, a carnival at best. 

You got to grab yourself a ticket.  Take your place in the line. 

I’m so damn sorry that your life is such a mess.

You gotta laugh a little louder, maybe cry a little less. 

So long, hasta luego, bon voyage and good bye.

Ciao baby, maybe some other time. 

I got the rest of my life to live. 

I’m Sorry That You’re Feelin’ Fine.

I got the rest of my life to live. 

I’m Sorry That You’re Feelin’ Fine.

 

 

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