Randy Newman - Roll With The Punches Lyrics
They say that people are livin in the streetNo food in their belly, no shoes on their feetSix black children livin in a burned-up roomOne bare light bulb swingingLittle black kid come home from schoolPut his key in the doorMr. rats on the stairway, mr. junkies lyin in hisOwn vomit on the floorYou gotta roll with the punches, little black boyThats what you got to doYou got to roll with the punchesTap it babyTheres all these boring people, you see em on the tvAnd theyre making up all these boring storiesAbout how bad things have come to beThey say you got to, got to, got to feed the hungryYou got to, got to, got to heal the sickI say we aint gotta do nothin for nobodycause they wont work a lick, you knowThey just gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they willGonna have to roll with themThey gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they willIt dont matter whether youre white, black or brownYou wont get nowhere putting downThe old red, white and blueTap it baby. alright. all right!Look at those little shorts hes got on, ladies andGentlemenYou can see all the way to argentinaGet itSo prettyLet em go to belgium, let em go to franceLet em go to russiaWell at least they ought to have the chance to go thereWe have talked about the red, we have talked about the blueNow we gonna talk about the whiteThats what were gonna doNow we had to roll with the punches, yes we didWe had to roll with emWe had to roll with the punchesYes we didWe had to roll with emI dont care what you sayYoure livin in the greatest country in the worldWhen youre livin in the usaTap it baby, alrightAll right
