Stumbled my way on the darkest afternoon I got a beer in my hand and I'm draggin' a sturdy tin The back of my brain is tickin' like a clock I simmer down gently but boy, Lord, what fun Get back to feelin' good tonight Get back to feelin' right Uh-huh, trouble is a word that starts with a capital T And I throw myself to the wood cause I'm so keen Little we know I'm strugglin' for the style It makes the trouble in me all worth the while Get back to feelin' good tonight Get back to feelin' right There goes Billy and Susie walkin' hand in hand Well, I quickly caught up, sir, and yo, what's the plan? That beer on the rods and the bellies of that ram of dogs Well, I burrowed down laughing at you and Susie and forgot your claws Well, oh, Mr. Hector, I'm really pleased to meet you I didn't mean to scare you, blue-eyed child But Billy did talk to me and Susie would look at me It made me so dark and crazy I had to chase him for a mile All I wanted was change for a buck When I'm back and I'm feelin' good tonight When I'm back and I'm feelin' right When I'm back and I'm feelin' good tonight When I'm back and I'm feelin' right Jesus