Roll with the Punches

Roll with the Punches - Randy Newman

They say that people are livin' in the street

No food in their belly no shoes on their feet

Six black children livin' in a burned up room

One bare light bulb swinging

Little black kid come home from school

Put his key in the door

Mr Rat's on the stairway Mr Junkie's lyin' in his

Own vomit on the floor

You gotta roll with the punches little black boy

That's what you got to do

You got to roll with the punches

Tap it baby

There's all these boring people you see 'em on the TV

And they're making up all these boring stories

About how bad things have come to be

They say "You got to got to got to feed the hungry"

"You got to got to got to heal the sick"

I say we ain't gotta do nothin' for nobody

'Cause they won't work a lick

They just gonna have to roll with the punches yes they will

Gonna have to roll with them

They gonna have to roll with the punches yes they will

It don't matter whether you're white black or brown

You won't get nowhere putting down

The old Red White and Blue

Tap it baby Alright

Look at those little shorts he's got on ladies and

Gentlemen

You can see all the way to Argentina

Get it

So pretty

Let 'em go to Belgium let 'em go to France

Let 'em go to Russia

Well at least they ought to have the chance to go there

We have talked about the red we have talked about the blue

Now we gonna talk about the white

That's what we're gonna do

Now we had to roll with the punches yes we did

We had to roll with 'em

We had to roll with the punches

Yes we did

We had to roll with 'em

I don't care what you say

You're livin' in the greatest country in the world

When you're livin' in the USA

Tap it baby alright