Fred Astaire feat Ginger Rogers -
The Very Best of Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers (Nostalgic Memories, Vol. 22)
Pick Yourself Up
Please teacher, teach me something
Nice teacher, teach me something
I'm as awkward as a camel
That's not the worst
My two feet haven't met yet
But I'll be teacher's pet yet
'Cause, I'm going to
Learn to dance or burst
I'll get that thing yet
Nothing's impossible, I have found
When my chin is on the ground
I pick myself up, dust myself off
Start all over again
Don't lose your confidence if you slip
Be grateful for the pleasant trip
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off
Start all over again
Work like a soul inspired
Till the battle of the day is won
You may be sick and tired
But you'll be a man, my son
Do you remember the famous men?
Who had to fall to rise again?
So, take a deep breath
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off
Start all over again
I'll get some self-assurance
If your endurance is great
I'll learn by easy stages
If you're courageous and wait
To feel the strength, I want to
I must hang onto your hand
Maybe, by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty
Pick yourself up; dust yourself off
Start all over again
No one could teach you to dance in a million years
Nice teacher, teach me something
I'm as awkward as a camel
That's not the worst
My two feet haven't met yet
But I'll be teacher's pet yet
'Cause, I'm going to
Learn to dance or burst
I'll get that thing yet
Nothing's impossible, I have found
When my chin is on the ground
I pick myself up, dust myself off
Start all over again
Don't lose your confidence if you slip
Be grateful for the pleasant trip
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off
Start all over again
Work like a soul inspired
Till the battle of the day is won
You may be sick and tired
But you'll be a man, my son
Do you remember the famous men?
Who had to fall to rise again?
So, take a deep breath
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off
Start all over again
I'll get some self-assurance
If your endurance is great
I'll learn by easy stages
If you're courageous and wait
To feel the strength, I want to
I must hang onto your hand
Maybe, by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty
Pick yourself up; dust yourself off
Start all over again
No one could teach you to dance in a million years
Credits
Writer(s): Jerome Kern, Dorothy Fields
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