Lyrics:

Why feel sorry for the blind man?
His soul is a bird on the wing
Why, you might have eyes like an eagle
And never see one blessed thing

Why feel sorry for the lame man?
And fret that he'll maybe fall down
Why, you might have legs like a racehorse
And never get feet on the ground
He's alright
Making do

Doing fine
How 'bout you?

Save your tears all for someone
Who's lost, but he won't cry out
And he might have a voice like an angel
And nothing to sing about
He's alright

Making do

Doing fine
How 'bout you?
He's alright

Making do

Doing fine
How 'bout you?
He's alright

Making do