| Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba-da… | 
| Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba-da… | 
| Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba-da… | 
| Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba-da… | 
| People stop complainin' 'bout this world of ours | 
| Always talkin' 'bout the things that it devours | 
| People stop complainin' 'bout this world of ours | 
| Try and make it better so it’ll last a few more hours | 
| People complain about this world all the time | 
| Some folks are sick, some folks ain’t gotta die | 
| But there’s lots of things we can be thankful be | 
| You’ve got me, I’ve got you, who’d ask for more | 
| The sun woke me up this morning and I felt so good | 
| Opened up my eyes, baby, and there you stood | 
| It’s love, so good | 
| Birds are singing outside of my windowpane | 
| Looks a little cloudy, we might get some rain | 
| But it’s cool, 'cause she’s mine, all mine | 
| And the girl is fine, too, she’s so fine | 
| People quit complainin' about this world of ours | 
| People quit complainin' about this world of ours | 
| Gotta make it better, say, just a few more hours | 
| People stop complainin' 'bout this world of ours | 
| Talkin' 'bout all the things that it devours | 
| People stop complainin' 'bout this world of ours | 
| Try and make it better so it’ll last a few more hours | 
| No, put it down, too bad, it’s all we got | 
| Snowflakes and sunshine, autumn leaves ought to rot | 
| We can’t commute to Mars and outer space just yet | 
| Coney Island, Disneyland is our best bet | 
| The sun woke me up this morning and I felt so good | 
| (Ooh, and I felt so good) | 
| Opened up my eyes, baby, and there you stood | 
| (Opened up my eyes, and there, there you stood) | 
| It’s love, so good | 
| (Love is so good, so good to me, oh, yes it is) | 
| Birds are singing outside of my windowpane | 
| Looks a little cloudy, we might get some rain | 
| But it’s cool, 'cause she’s mine, all mine | 
| And I want the world to know she’s mine, all mine | 
| People stop complainin' 'bout this world of ours, yeah | 
| Talkin' 'bout all the things that it devours | 
| People stop complainin' 'bout this world of ours | 
| Try and make it better so it’ll last a few more hours | 
| People stop complainin' 'bout this world of ours, well, well | 
| Always talkin' 'bout the things that it devours | 
| People stop complainin' 'bout this world of ours | 
| Try and make it better so it’ll last a few more hours… |