Baby, everything is all right, uptight, out of stepBaby, everything is all right, uptight, out of sightHe's a poor man's son from across the tracksThe only shirt he owns is hangin' on his backBut he's the envy of every guyCause he's the apple of every girl's eyeWhen we go out steppin' on the town for a whileHis money is low and his suit's out of styleBut it's all right if his clothes aren't newOut of sight, because his heart is trueI tell him, baby, everything is all rightUptight, out of sightBaby, everything is all rightUptight, clean out of sightI'm a pearl of a girl, that's what he saysI guess my folks brought me up that wayThe right side of the tracks, I was born and raisedIn a great big old house full of butlers and maidsBut there's no one better than my guyThough he's just an average guyHe's no football hero or smooth on oneHe's got empty pockets, he's a poor man's sonCan't give me the things that money can buyBut he never, never, never, never makes me cryAnd it's all right what he can't doOut of sight, because his heart is trueI tell him, baby, everything is all rightUptight, out of sightBaby, everything is all rightUptight, clean out of sightBaby, everything is all rightUptight, out of sight