Weâre gonna be alright; baby, we are still young.
Baby, we are still young, and thatâs more than some people can say.
Weâre gonna be okay; at least we have white skin,
and when you have white skin nobody can send you away.
And people are inclined to help, to help
other people who look like themselves.
Weâre gonna be alright; baby, we have rich friends,
and when you have rich friends, those kinds of connections can pay.
Weâre gonna be okay; baby, we will rise up.
Believe we will climb up to inhabit our corner of sky.
And we will be inclined to help, to help
other people who look like ourselves.
You say we donât need a safety net; we need a fire hose,
and you say that weâre burning, burning, you tell me weâre ready to blow.
But ainât there something to be said for likeability?
Something goodâs going to happen.
Someone will take us in under their wing and then
weâre gonna be alright; we are still good-looking.
Well, somewhat good-looking, and everything counts in its way.
We are rising stars, and we wonât need bootstraps.
Weâll hang on to kind hands of people with faces like ours.