Lyrics:

(J. Kern, D. Fields) [Recorded April 11, 1962, Los Angeles] Now nothing's impossible, I've found for when my chin is on the ground, I pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again. Don't lose your confidence if you slip, be grateful for a pleasant trip, And pick yourself up, dust off, start over again. Work like a soul inspired until the battle of the day is won. You may be sick and tired, but you be a man, my son. Will you remember the famous men who have to fall to rise again, So take a deep breath, pick yourself up, start all over again. [musical interlude] You gotta work like a soul inspired until the battle of the day is won. You may be sick and tired, but you be a man, my son. Will you remember the famous men who have to fall and then to rise again, So take a deep breath, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again. [musical interlude] Once again now: Will you remember the famous men who have to fall and then rise again, So take a deep breath, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again. [coda] That's enough now.