Pierre Englebert

Lyrics

His shoes are shined, he wears a new pair of pants,
He walks down Holloway Road in the rain
Headphones are blasting, a big smile on his face,
This man is bumping, you would too if you were in his place
He’s got a date over his lunch break, with a pretty, pretty girl
He feels good, he feels good, he feels good about himself
Who knew the world could turn from grim to bliss
In a heartbeat and a smile?
He feels good, he feels good, he feels good about himself
Sometimes it feels like it is meant to be
She’s smart and funny, not quite thirty, he feels lucky
Head over heels, he dreams “could she be mine?”
Sardined on the Piccadilly line has never felt so fine
He packed two candy bars in his lunch box
They’ll picnic on a bench. God, his life rocks!
He feels good, he feels good, he feels good about himself
What is this wonderous elation
That pumps him up and sends him flying?
He feels good, he feels good, he feels good about himself
Arsenal lost last night 2-1, too bad
Princes and princesses are feuding, but who’s got time for that?
Backstop, Brexit, shouldn’t he worry about it?
“Crisis, what crisis?” All it is is a nation’s neurosis
Nothing really matters to the man with pleated trousers
On such a glorious, glorious day
He feels good, he feels good, he feels good about himself
A little hope, a little crush, you’re in heaven, it don’t take much
He feels good, he feels good, he feels good about himself
He feels good, he feels good, he feels good about himself
Headphones and smile, he made my day,
I wish him well I’m on my way
He feels good, he feels good, he feels good about himself