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Lyrics: Cloud Cult. I'm Feeling So Friggin' Fine.

I was born in the belly of a frog and my brain is a bottle of vodka

Dirt eyes, leather wings, and my arms are made of maracas

Do you find me attractive 'cause if we don't act now I might pass out

And I'm feeling so friggin' fine