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.