Why feel sorry for the blind man?

His soul is a bird on the wing

Why, you might have eyes like an eagle

And never see one blessed thing



Why feel sorry for the lame man

And fear that he'll maybe fall down?

Why, you might have legs like a racehorse

And never get feet on the ground



He's alright, makin' do

He's doing fine, how 'bout you?



Save your tears all for someone

Who's lost but he won't cry out

And he might have a voice like an angel

And nothing to sing about



He's alright, he's makin' do

He's doing fine, how 'bout you?

Yes, he's alright, he's makin' do

He's doing fine, how 'bout you?