Don't fret now.

Don't be so tired.

No mope, mope, mope-a-dope!

No, it's not as bad as all of that.

Don't be no misery goat!

"How are ya?"

"How are ya?"

"How are ya?"

I could cry.

I could just cry.

Oh, the tears fall down.

(I've got one bright hope.)

(I've got one ride home.)

I sang three songs and marched around,

marched around,

marched around.

I sang three songs and marched around.

Looka here.

Here comes the poetry!

"I'm a cave with the wind inside."

"I'm a shell with the sound of the surf inside!"

What?!

What's the point, hunh?

Don't be no misery goat!

(I've got one bright hope.)

(I've got one ride home.)