Pick Yourself Up Songtext
von John Lithgow
Pick Yourself Up Songtext
Please teacher, teach me something
Nice teacher, teach me something
I′m as awkward as a camel
That's not the worst
My two feet haven′t met yet
But I'll be teacher's pet yet
′Cause I′m going to learn
To dance or burst
Nothings impossible I have found
For when my chin is on the ground
I pick myself up, dust myself off
And start all over again
I can't lose my confidence if I slip
I′m grateful for a pleasant trip
I pick myself up, dust myself off
And start all over again
I work like a soul inspired
Till the battle of the day is won
I know, I'm sick and tired
I′ll stick till the job is done
When I remember those famous men
Who had to fall to rise again?
I pick myself up, dust myself off
And start all over again
Don't lose your confidence if you slip
Be grateful for a pleasant trip
Just pick yourself up, dust yourself off
And start all over again
I work like a soul inspired
Till the battle of the day is won
I maybe sick and tired
But at least I′ll have some fun
When I remember those famous man
Who had to fall to rise again?
I pick myself up, dust myself off
And start all over again
Take a breath
Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
And start all over again
Nice teacher, teach me something
I′m as awkward as a camel
That's not the worst
My two feet haven′t met yet
But I'll be teacher's pet yet
′Cause I′m going to learn
To dance or burst
Nothings impossible I have found
For when my chin is on the ground
I pick myself up, dust myself off
And start all over again
I can't lose my confidence if I slip
I′m grateful for a pleasant trip
I pick myself up, dust myself off
And start all over again
I work like a soul inspired
Till the battle of the day is won
I know, I'm sick and tired
I′ll stick till the job is done
When I remember those famous men
Who had to fall to rise again?
I pick myself up, dust myself off
And start all over again
Don't lose your confidence if you slip
Be grateful for a pleasant trip
Just pick yourself up, dust yourself off
And start all over again
I work like a soul inspired
Till the battle of the day is won
I maybe sick and tired
But at least I′ll have some fun
When I remember those famous man
Who had to fall to rise again?
I pick myself up, dust myself off
And start all over again
Take a breath
Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
And start all over again
Writer(s): Jerome Kern, Dorothy Fields Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com