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