He Doesn’t Go About It Right

There's a boy down the street
And he's wondering what the little girl
Living next door can do
With her big brown eyes and her golden hair

He makes plans with a shaking hand
And he wonders if the little girl living next door
Will realize he's alive
Living right there

And he's good
And he's sincere
And he wants that girl to know that he is near
But she don't
And she won't
'Cause he doesn't go about it right
He doesn't go about it right

There's a man downtown and he's looking around
At boys and girls with money in their hand
And he'll take it away, yeah, take it away so fast
You know what I mean

He looks so good with his cane of wood
And on his wrist there's a tight cuff
And he's made a lot of money
Just acting like that in the past

But he is well
And he's so strong
And he doesn't want the girls and boys to know what's wrong
But they will
Yeah, you know they will
'Cause he doesn't go about it right
He doesn't go about it right

Last verse:
There's a dog outside with a lot of pride
And he doesn't seem to want to use that old oak tree
In the middle of the park until it's dark

He'd hide his head 'til his tail turns red
And he waits for the sun to set
So he can lose those troubles on the old oak tree in the park

And he waits
All alone
Babe, and he wants to have a tree that's all his own
But it can't be
[?] told me
'Cause he doesn't go about it right
He doesn't go about it right
He doesn't go about it right