Actually, no need to refresh... I found my album, decided the lyrics there were not what I wanted, and wrote my own. Since I'll never get rich from them, here they are:

Listen here now, woman: what you tryin' to do?
Trying to love me, and some other guy too?
You must be feelin' good.
Oh yeah, she's feelin' good;
Feels just like she ain't but sweet sixteen.

Grandpa's on a ladder up there on the roof,
Pounding in the shingles like he's so darn tough.
You know he's feeling good... etc.

Grandma's in the kitchen and she's dancin' a jig.
Don't know what she drunk, but it must've been big.
You know she's feelin' good...

Lila's got a red dress and gone out on the town.
She's gonna find somebody who will fool around.
You know she's feelin' good...

I've got a guitar and a grizzly beard.
Singing this song, you must think I'm weird.
You know I'm feeling good...
Feel just like I ain't but sweet sixteen.

Brad Sondahl
http://pages.about.com/bsondahl

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 16-Jul-02.