Baby, everything is all right, uptight, out of sight.
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Baby, everything is all right, uptight, out of sight.
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I'm a poor man's son, from across the railroad tracks,
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The only shirt I own is hangin' on my back,
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But I'm the envy of every single guy
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Since I'm the apple of my girl's eye.
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Think about stepping on the town for a while
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But money's low and my suit's out of style,
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But it's all right if my clothes aren't new
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Out of sight because my heart is true.
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She says baby everything is alright, uptight, out of sight.
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Baby, everything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.
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She's a pearl of a girl, I guess that's what you might say,
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I guess her folks brought her up that way,
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The right side of the tracks, she was born and raised
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In a great big old house, full of butlers and maids.
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She says no one is better than I, I know I'm just an average guy,
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No football hero or smooth Don Juan,
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Got empty pockets, you see I'm a poorman's son.
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Can't give her the things that money can buy
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But I'll never, never, never make my baby cry,
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And it's all right, what I can't do,
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Out of sight because my heart is true,
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She says baby everything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.
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Baby, everything is alright, uptight, way out of sight.
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Baby, everything is alright, uptight, way out of sight.
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Baby, everything is alright, uptight, way out of sight.
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Baby, yeah, uptight,
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Uptight (Everything's Alright)
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| Human Nature |
