(McPherson/Foreman) An insolent speck of youth Being taken for a walk So tightly by the ear That he can hardly talk Yesterday's men hang to today To sing in the old-fashioned way It must get better in the long run Has to get better in the long run A metropolitan marathon Has been held today But who you need to catch Will be coming the other way Yesterday's men hang to today To sing in any old way It must get better in the long run Has to get better in the long run Because when you're told to start How far can you go When your race is won And you already know Because when you're told to stop How far will you go When your race is run And you already know Yesterday's men hang to today, To sing in any old way, It must get better in the long run Has to get better in the long run Will it get better in the long run Will we be here in the long run Yesterday's men hang to today, To sing in any old way, It must get better in the long run Has to get better in the long run Will it get better in the long run Will we be here in the long run Do, do, do, hang on in the long run.
