Baby, evrything is all right, uptight, out of sight.
Baby, evrything is all right, uptight, out of sight.
Im a poormans son, from across the railroad tracks,
The only shirt I own is hangin on my back,
But Im the envy of evry single guy
Since Im the apple of my girls eye.
When we go out stepping on the town for a while
My moneys low and my suits out of style,
But its all right if my clothes arent new
Out of sight because my heart is true.
She says baby evrything is alright, uptight, out of sight.
Baby, evrything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.
Im a pearl of a girl, I guess thats what you might say,
I guess her folks brought her up that way,
The right side of the tracks, she was born and raised
In a great big old house, full of butlers and maids.
No one is better than I, I know Im just an average guy,
No football hero or smooth Don Juan,
Got empty pockets, you see Im a poormans son.
She says give her the things that money can buy
But Ill never, never make my baby cry,
And its all right, what I cant do,
Out of sight because my heart is true,
She says baby evrything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.
Baby, evrything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.
Baby, evrything is alright, uptight, ah ah ah ah,
Baby, evrything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.
Baby, evrything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.
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