As the sun rose up over the seaEveryone was singing in a minor keyBuddhists, Hindus, Jews and PriestsGathered around for the jubileeTwo old ladies they were waitin’ on a signGrowing better with age like a Yellow Tail wineShoutin’ at the junkies in the Court Street light »Do the next right thing or the next thing right! « Oh OhYou’re a long way from homehear me singOh OhPeople nedd a miracleTo do the next right thingHey heavn’ forces and acquire your preachersHey diddle diddle now the fiddle screechesMoanin’ up the stairs and rollin’ in bedShe been talkin’ to God since 2 a. mSayin’ « I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna dieBut a sister’s gotta save her seat in the skyYou can judge me, grade me shed some lightDo the next right thing or the next thing right. « Oh OhYou’re a long way from homehear me singOh OhPeople nedd a miracleTo do the next right thingOh OhYou’re a long way from homehear me singOh OhPeople nedd a miracleTo do the next right thing