Good sounds every moment, good news and bright lights
Anytime I get lonesome
I just got to do the things right
Make way for the lady, you can do it my son
Making hay with no gravy, brings the good folk down
Anytime you get lonely
You just got to turn it around
This life I've been given, it don't tell you no lies
Could've been somewhat wasted, how could it be otherwise
When the sound of the laughter brought the tears in to my eyes
Make way for the lady, you can do it my son
Making hay with no gravy, gets the day's work done
When a blue mood gets rolling, you just got to turn it around
Turn it around
Shake hands with the father, the son and the holy ghost
The impossible believers and the heavenly host
If you must do it better, you just got to do it the most
Make way for the lady, you can do it my son
Making hay with no gravy, brings all the good folk down
When a blue moon starts rising, you just got to turn it around
Turn it around
Turn it around
Make way for the lady and turn it around