I’m on automatic
And you gotta flip the switch.
Baby there’s a box in the attic
But I couldn’t tell you which was which.
It’s all become a running joke.
I’m what you might call simple folk.
But everything’ll turn out fine.
Things are looking up.
In the meantime
Things are looking up.
I’m swinging through the top of the valley,
Felling like the missing link.
But there’s another schematic
and look, she’s getting me a drink
While putting flowers on his crypt
‘Cause Valentino’s lost the script.
But everything’ll turn out fine.
Things are looking up.
In the meantime
Things are looking up.
You blew another ring.
I thought you’d quit.
Along with calling misfits
But it’s me your looking up.
I’m on automatic.
The only person left to frisk.
I know I’m being over-dramatic
But I think I’m going to run that risk,
Of walking down the same old plank.
And maybe I’m about to tank,
But everything’ll turn out fine.
Things are looking up.
In the meantime???‚¬?¦
Things are looking up
In the meantime.