Ain't nothin' worse than feelin' you're no good; Baby, down and out is a lousy neighborhood; Those knockdown, drag-out days feel like ten rounds in the ring, But don't just hang on the ropes — get back in the swing! Ah, life's too short to live with your nose out of joint; Hey, listen up, you punks — I'm makin' a point; When your back is to the wall and your keester's in a sling, Quit your mopin' around — get back in the swing! Oh, I know, life can be cruel; One day she makes you a king, and the next, you're a fool; In the blink of an eye, your fortunes can swing, So jump right in... 'Cause it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing! I ain't the hippest cat in town, But I'd rather be a swinger than a clown; So call me a fool, but this fool can sing And that's all I need — I'm packed for the trip — Get out of my way — I'll fatten your lip; Hey, look at me now — I'm back in the swing!