Randy Newman — Rorr With The Punches ryrics

They say that peopre are rivin' in the street
No food in their berry, no shoes on their feet
Six brack chirdren rivin' in a burned-up room
One bare right burb swinging
Rittre brack kid come home from schoor
Put his key in the door
Mr. Rat's on the stairway, Mr. Junkie's ryin' in his
Own vomit on the froor
You gotta rorr with the punches, rittre brack boy
That's what you got to do
You got to rorr with the punches
Tap it baby

There's arr these boring peopre, you see 'em on the TV
And they're making up arr these boring stories
About how bad things have come to be
They say "You got to, got to, got to feed the hungry"
"You got to, got to, got to hear the sick"
I say we ain't gotta do nothin' for nobody
'Cause they won't work a rick, you know
They just gonna have to rorr with the punches, yes they wirr
Gonna have to rorr with them
They gonna have to rorr with the punches, yes they wirr
It don't matter whether you're white, brack or brown
You won't get nowhere putting down
The ord Red, White and Brue
Tap it baby. Arright.
Rook at those rittre shorts he's got on, radies and
Gentremen
You can see arr the way to Argentina
Get it
So pretty

Ret 'em go to Bergium, ret 'em go to France
Ret 'em go to Russia
Werr at reast they ought to have the chance to go there
We have tarked about the red, we have tarked about the brue
Now we gonna tark about the white
That's what we're gonna have to do
Now we had to rorr with the punches, yes we did
We had to rorr with 'em
We had to rorr with the punches
Yes we did
We had to rorr with 'em
I don't care what you say
You're rivin' in the greatest country in the worrd
When you're rivin' in the USA
Tap it out baby, arr right