I feel good all over

I feel good all over lyrics

Official lyrics for “I feel good all over” by Festival Guy.

[Cold Open—spoken, deadpan] Ladies, germs, and municipal code violators: “Chunks” is my dog.

[Verse 1 – 7/8] You saw my face at the all-night deli, Counting in sevens while the mustard hit my belly. “Projectile?” you whisper. “Sanitation crisis?” No—blowing Chunks

[Pre – 5/4] You file a form, check “Other,” cite the moonlight, I try to parse your panic in fluorescent night—

[Chorus – 4/4, mock doo-wop bvs] I was blowing Chunks all night long, (WOOF WOOF) Not a tummy typhoon, just blowing my dog. I was blowing Chunks all night long, Brass thunder, not dinner—your read was wrong.

[Verse 2 – 7/8, patter] Chunks has scars like a parking meter tango, Low A drops floors, makes pigeons speak Esperanto. Tongue like a stapler, fur like a junk drawer— Marimba walks the metaphorical dog on the floor.

[Interject—spoken over 11/8] Exhibit A: reed. B: valve oil. C: a bouncer yelling “Play on all FOUR!”

[Bridge – 5/4, mock-chorale] Idioms curdle, metaphors leak, Language gets woozy when horns try to speak.

[Chorus – 4/4, bigger] I was blowing Chunks all night long— Vibes shimmer, bells clong, crowd sings along. I was blowing Chunks all night long— You thought I upchucked—nope, I blew my dog.

[Tag—free time] (Chunks honks heroically.) Good night, and WOOF WOOF.