Over the beach, into the sun,Wake again by half past one,Alright.How do you do, Iâm OK,Got no worries, play every day,Alright.Got to do it your way, got to ride your ownAnd I like your hairdo and your lipstick blue,Alright, alright,Alright, alright.If you wanna have steam, bits of evening starAnd pictures of film stars with the mighty strong,Iâve met an angel with motorbike.Would you have to push along âcause it wouldnât strike.Got to do it your way, got to ride your ownAnd I like your hairdo and your lipstick too, babe.Got to do it your way, got to do it your way,Got to do it your way.Thereâs no way to tell and thereâs many ways to go,Thereâs pain in your heart and your head in the snow,Alright, alright,Alright.Over the moon, into the sun,Wake again by half past one,Alright.Youâre over here and Iâm over there,Letâs get together, donât beware,Alright.Got my eyes on you, got my eyes on you,Got my eyes on you.