Lyric

Rolled out on the wrong side again

My hair looks like a bird nest den

Spilled my water on the rug

Trip right over my favorite mug

Looking at the boy in the glass

Wondering if this day will pass

Warm toast pops in the kitchen slot

Maybe I have got a shot

Birds are chatting on the wire

Giving me a little fire

Tie the laces tight

Open up the gate

Step outside

March to the beat of your crooked feet

Say good morning to the street

You do not need a perfect score

To take a step outside your door

One two three and four

Hear the brass horns blow

Let the heavy baggage go

Ooh Ooh

Being here right now

Is a hundred points somehow

Passed an officer standing tall

Scolding a puppy that is way too small

Then he started scratching his ear

Smiling from ear to ear

Even the folks in tidy suits

Get pebble stones inside their boots

Nobody has it figured out

That is what the song is about

Warm bread smell in the breeze

Shaking off the wobbly knees

Wave a hand to the passing bus

Nobody is judging us

Count it off again

One

Two

Let us go

March to the beat of your crooked feet

Say good morning to the street

You do not need a perfect score

To take a step outside your door

One two three and four

Hear the brass horns blow

Let the heavy baggage go

Ooh Ooh

Being here right now

Is a hundred points somehow

Hey listen to this

I saw a grandma dropping her grocery bag today

An orange went rolling all the way down the hill

We both ran after it like crazy

When we caught it we just burst out laughing

A bruised fruit brought two strangers together

Life is funny like that

You are doing fine

Really

The grumpy driver at the red light

Might have stayed awake all night

Singing lullabies till dawn

To a tiny baby newly born

When you picture what people hide

You feel a tender warmth inside

We are all marching on the road

Carrying our own little load

Pick your chin up off the ground

Listen to the joyful sound

Every heartbeat is a drum

Waiting for the sun to come

Shout it out loud

Ready

Set

Go

March to the beat of your crooked feet

Say good morning to the street

You do not need a perfect score

To take a step outside your door

One two three and four

Hear the brass horns blow

Let the heavy baggage go

Ooh Ooh

Being here right now

Is a hundred points somehow

Scuffed up sneakers are your medals of gold

Every story deserves to be told

Give a little grin to the open sky

Watch the heavy clouds roll by

You are enough as you are

La La La

Blow the trumpets proud

La La La

Shout it to the crowd

There is nobody quite like you

Every single thing you do

Counts for something grand and true

Sing it out

Pat on the back for making it through

Give some love to the person in you

Good job today

See you tomorrow