Well considering my condition
I belt out a rendition
Of the part you consider gettin' down
Well hold onto your tradition
Cause I'm stuck in my transsion
Gimme five and I'll be comin' round
Well play your part, get it down
Like an ivy let it creep across the ground
Take it slow, drink it up
With your eyes you can see what is up
What is up, What is up
Slow to take on the real fine days
Slow to meander thru the parking lot of life
Quick to judge the young man in his phase
Quick to judge the old man and his beautiful young wife
Well play your part, get it down
Like an ivy let it creep across the ground
Take it slow, drink it up
With your eyes you can see what is up
What is up, What is up
Roger Miyers - Play Your Part Lyrics
Roger Miyers - Play Your Part Lyrics
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Well considering my condition
I belt out a rendition
Of the part you consider gettin' down
Well hold onto your tradition
Cause I'm stuck in my transsion
Gimme five and I'll be comin' round
Well play your part, get it down
Like an ivy let it creep across the ground
Take it slow, drink it up
With your eyes you can see what is up
What is up, What is up
Slow to take on the real fine days
Slow to meander thru the parking lot of life
Quick to judge the young man in his phase
Quick to judge the old man and his beautiful young wife
Well play your part, get it down
Like an ivy let it creep across the ground
Take it slow, drink it up
With your eyes you can see what is up
What is up, What is up
I belt out a rendition
Of the part you consider gettin' down
Well hold onto your tradition
Cause I'm stuck in my transsion
Gimme five and I'll be comin' round
Well play your part, get it down
Like an ivy let it creep across the ground
Take it slow, drink it up
With your eyes you can see what is up
What is up, What is up
Slow to take on the real fine days
Slow to meander thru the parking lot of life
Quick to judge the young man in his phase
Quick to judge the old man and his beautiful young wife
Well play your part, get it down
Like an ivy let it creep across the ground
Take it slow, drink it up
With your eyes you can see what is up
What is up, What is up
Writer: Roger Brenninkmeyer
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