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 can be 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, Joe
Never trust your conscience as a method of defense
When old Adam bubbles up inside
On mature reflection you will find that common sense
Is a far more servicible guide
There's the wrong life, and he right life
There's the home life, and the night life
But which ever direction you go
Wait a bit, wait a bit, Joe
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
Wait a bit, wait a bit, Joe
Try to keep your balance and endeavour to create
A design for living at your ease
If you're over-eager and go snapping at the bait
You will end by giving at the knees
There's a last love, and a first love
There's a best love, and a worst love
But if you don't want to lose on the throw
Wait a bit, wait a bit
Wait a bit, wait a bit—Joe