Son don't put your hat
Where you can't reach it
It doesn't make no sense
Good things come
For those who work hard for it
Adjust yourself
To the life you can afford to live
The road to the top
Is long and winding
A foolish dog
Barks at the flyin' bird
Patient man
Ride donkey
Cool Out Son
Cool Out Son
You have to creep
Before you walk
Where there is life
There is hope
Cool Out Son
Trombone Solo
Cool co co co cool
You're too hot
Ooh yes
Cool Out Son
Cool Out Son
Son don't put your hat
Where you can't reach it
It doesn't make no sense
Good things come
For those who work hard for it
Adjust yourself
To the life you can afford to live
The road to the top
Is long and winding
A foolish dog
Barks at the flyin' bird
Patient man
Ride donkey
Patient man
Ride donkey.
Writer(s): Joel Gibson
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