Ain't gonna get any better than that.

Want to tell it to the man in the moon and Jacques Cousteau in the ocean blue,
Want to scream it at the top of my lungs, and whisper it when the time comes.

Here's that good news,
Here's that good news.

Read all about it to the kids at school, to the principal and the teachers too,
To the bully stealing money for my lunch and my best friend, Sally, who's never heard it once.

Here's that good news,
Here's that good news.

I want lovely...
Want to tell you that Jesus loves me,
I want lovely...
Want to tell you that he loves you too.

I want lovely feet,
I want lovely feet.

Want to tell it to the lonely hearts club, still mopping up the money, still trying to buy love,
Send a letter to the stones that roll...no, better send a fax 'cause they're getting old.

Here's that good news,
Here's that good news.

Want to know he's on the tip of my tongue, on the top of my list, on the highest rung,
Nothing better than a modern-day Dave - want to sing, want to dance, want to praise his name.

Here's that good news,
Here's that good news.

I want lovely...
Want to tell you that Jesus loves me,
I want lovely...
Want to tell you that he loves you too.

I want lovely feet,
I want lovely feet,
I want lovely feet,
I want lovely feet.

Ye-ha.

Rolling, rolling, rolling,
Keep those doggies rolling.

I want lovely feet,
I want lovely feet,
I want lovely feet,
I want lovely feet.

I want lovely feet,
I want lovely feet,
I want lovely feet, (I want lovely feet)
I want lovely feet. (I want lovely feet)
(I want lovely feet)
(I want lovely feet)