When I
was quite a tiny lad,
my nurse rehearsed me
in a set routine of good and bad.
When I grew up, my parents would unduly
emphasize the gulf between the bad and good.
Aware that love could prove
a most destructive force,
I try to steer a middle
course.
There's a right way and a wrong way.
There's a weak way and a strong way.
Take it easy, drive with caution
when the road is greasy.
Wait a bit, wait a bit, Joe.
There's an old way and a new way.
There's a false way
and a true way.
Keep your ears back
and you'll never have to
fight the tears back.
Wait a bit, wait a bit, don't.
Never trust your conscience
as a method of defense
when old Adam bottles up inside.
On mature reflection
you will find
that common sense
is a far more serviceable guide.
There's a wrong life and a right life,
there's a home life
and a night life,
but whichever direction you go,
wait a bit, wait a bit,
There's a right way and a wrong way,
There's a short way
and a long way,
Let your hair down,
But before the thrill begins to wear down,
Wait a bit, wait a bit, Joe.
There's a dull way and a smart way,
There's a head way
and a heart way,
Love may fret you,
but before you let the goblins get you,
a bit, wait a bit, Joe.
Try to keep your balance
and endeavor to create a design
for living at your ease.
If you're over -eager
and go snapping at the bait,
you may end by giving at the knees.
There's a last love and a first love
There's a best love and a worst love
If you don't want to lose
on the throw
Wait a bit, wait a bit,
wait a bit, wait a bit
Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe,
wait just a little bit, Joe