Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire - Pick Yourself Up

One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two, three, turn
One, two, three, tur-

Let's try it again, from the beginning
Alright, one, two, three
One, two, three, turn
One, two
I'm getting it
Yes, again

One, two, three
One, two, three, turn
One, two, three
One, two, three
Now you've got it
I can't teach you anything

Please teacher, teach me something
Nice teacher, teach me something
I'm as awkward as a camel, that's not the worst
My two feet haven't met yet
But I'll be teacher's pet yet
'Cause I'm gonna learn to dance or burst

Nothing's impossible I have found
For when my chin is on the ground
I pick myself up
Dust myself off
Start all over again

Don't lose your confidence if you slip
Be grateful for a pleasant trip
And pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Start all over again

Work like a soul inspired
Till the battle of the day is won
You may be sick and tired
But you'll be a man, my son

Will you remember the famous men
Who had to fall to rise again?
So take a deep breath
Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Start all over again

I'll get some self assurance
If your endurance is great
I'll learn by easy stages
If you're courageous and wait

To feel a strength I want to
I must hang on to your hand
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty

Alright, I'll show you again
Now remember, three steps to the left
Three steps to the right (to the right)
And turn right
One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two, three (I know, I'm fine)

Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
And start all over again

Listen, no one could teach you to dance in a million years
Take my advice and save your money
Now, how did you say that last step went?
Ah, oh, yes
Shall we try it right through?

Written by:
Dorothy Fields, Jerome Kern

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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