Portugal. The Man
Lyricist: John Baldwin Gourley Composer: John Baldwin Gourley
Can't keep my hands to myself
Think I'll dust 'em off, put 'em back up on the shelf
In case my little baby girl is in need
Am I coming out of left field?
Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now
I been feeling it since 1966, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now
Let me kick it like it's 1986, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Got another mouth to feed
Leave it with a baby sitter, mama, call the grave digger
Gone with the fallen leaves
Am I coming out of left field?
Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now
I been feeling it since 1966, now
Might've had your fill, but you feel it still
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now
I been feeling it since 1966, now
Might've had your fill, but you feel it still
Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now
Let me kick it like it's 1986, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might be over now, but I feel it still