Why feel sorry for the blind man? His soul is a bird on the wing Why, you might have eyes like an eagle And never see one blessed thing Why feel sorry for the lame man And fear that he'll maybe fall down? Why, you might have legs like a racehorse And never get feet on the ground He's alright, makin' do He's doing fine, how 'bout you? Save your tears all for someone Who's lost but he won't cry out And he might have a voice like an angel And nothing to sing about He's alright, he's makin' do He's doing fine, how 'bout you? Yes, he's alright, he's makin' do He's doing fine, how 'bout you?