text: Baby, evrything is all right, uptight, out of sight
  Baby, evrything is all right, uptight, out of sight
  Im a poormans son, from across the railroad tracks
  The only shirt I own is hangin on my back
  But Im the envy of evry single guy
  Since Im the apple of my girls eye
  When we go out stepping on the town for a while
  My moneys low and my suits out of style
  But its all right if my clothes arent new
  Out of sight because my heart is true
  She says baby evrything is alright, uptight, out of sight
  Baby, evrything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight
  Shes a pearl of a girl, I guess thats 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 Im just an average guy
  No football hero or smooth Don Juan
  Got empty pockets, you see Im a poormans son
  She says give her the things that money can buy
  But Ill never, never make my baby cry
  And its all right, what I cant do
  Out of sight because my heart is true
  She says baby evrything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight
  Baby, evrything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight
  Baby, evrything is alright, uptight, ah ah ah ah
  Baby, evrything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight
  Baby, evrything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight