MOY, Sylvia

Uptight

I'm a poor man's son, from across the railroad tracks

The only shirt I own is hangin' on my back

But I'm the envy of ev'ry single guy

Since I'm the apple of my girl's eye

When we go out stepping on the town for a while

My money's low and my suit's out of style

But it's all right if my clothes aren't new

Out of sight because my heart is true

She says baby ev'rything is alright, uptight, out of sight

Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight

She's a pearl of a girl, I guess that's 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

She says no one is better than I, I know I'm just an average guy

No football hero or smooth Don Juan

Got empty pockets, you see I'm a poor man's son

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

Out of sight because my heart is true

She says baby ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight

Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight