Oh
And everything is all right.
Uptight,
on the side.
I'm a poor man,
selling from a cost of a railroad stack.
Only shirt I own is hanging on my back.
And I'm the envy of every single guy,
since I'm the apple of my girl's eye.
When we go out stepping on the town for a while,
money's low and my suits are on style.
And it's all right if my clothes are new.
Outside,
because my heart is true, she says, baby,
everything is all right.
Uptight,
on the side.
Baby,
everything is all right.
Uptight,
clean outside.
She's a girl of a girl.
I guess that's what you might say.
I guess some folks brought her up that way.
The right side of track, she was born and raised
in a great big old house full of butlers and maids.
She says, no one is better than I.
And I know I'm just an average guy,
no football hero
or a smooth-downed pawn.
God, if it was, you see, I'm a poor man, sir.
Can't give her the things that money can buy.
But I'll never, never, never make my baby cry.
And it's all right what I can't do.
Outside,
because my heart is true, she says, baby,
everything is all right.
Uptight,
clean outside.
Baby,
everything is all right.
Uptight,
clean outside.