And So It Goes (1994 Version)

Well I've been around this world and I'll tell you
some things
There ain't no free lunches, you gotta watch for the
strings
You stand up for your rights and then you try to hold
your ground
But only Lady Luck determines if you're up or you're
down

Oh faith in my friend and faith in my brother
And faith in my life, I don't know no other
You try to stay happy, you try to stay sane
You get a little pleasure and you get a little pain
You grab the brass ring, you know you've gotta try
You keep right on a-grabbing until the day you die
Life's a big gamble, you have to work on yet
It's a big card shuffle, you gave what you could get
You get your joy, you get to have your blows,
And where she stops, nobody knows
And so it goes...and so it goes...

I could tell you scary stories; I could tell you some
lies
It'll take much more than that for me to open your
eyes
So go anywhere you want to; do whatever you choose
And only Lady Luck determines if you win or you
lose...

Oh faith in my friend and faith in my brother
And faith in my life, I don't know no other
You try to stay happy, you try to stay sane
You get a little pleasure and you get a little pain
You grab the brass ring, you know you've gotta try
You keep right on a-grabbing until the day you die
Life's a big gamble, you have to work on yet
It's a big card shuffle, you gave what you could get
You get your joy, you get to have your blows,
And where she stops, nobody knows
And so it goes...and so it goes...

(Spoken)
"Do you know what I love about having this
microphone in front of my face where I've got this
groove going on behind me all solid and smooth? Well,
I'll tell you. Through the miracle of rock and roll, I
can say absolutely anything, anything at all that will
make some kind of sense in some poetic way to
somebody, somehow, somewhere. Observe closely...Hark!
What light through yon window breaks? Kids who live in
glass houses should learn to draw rakes. Them that
takes cakes that the Parsee man bakes makes dreadful
mistakes. And those that think we can't do Chicago are
big lousy fakes."

"I don't have to explain it; I just gotta make it
up...oh, I guess I should play now."

"How is everybody feeling? You know, we're
feeling so good, we're gonna hit it for you one time
(1 hit). Ho! Ho! Ho! Ha! Eh! We feel so good, we're
gonna hit it for you seven times (7 hits). This isn't
something you get every day, this is interdimensional,
cross-rip timekeeping. Okay...this has never been done
before...we're gonna hit it for you 13 times in honor
of Friday the 13th. (13 hits) That felt pretty good!
You know, I'm afraid we're going to have to hit it for
you 67 times. (67
hits)"

"Okay...all right now...you guys have been such a
wonderful audience...we'd be terribly remiss if we
didn't teach you a little something...the incredible
masculine and feminine dance of awesome and articulate
power...the dance that wowed them in Nigeria in the
early 1800's...a dance that wowed them in the beaches
of the USA in 1965...that's right, I'm talking about
the one, the only, Wobbling Surfer. Now, in order to
demonstrate this dance of incredible awesome power,
you need a lot of people; you need a line, as a matter
of fact. This has been a dance that has been banned
from most line-dancing establishments, most of your
country/western line-dancing establishments have not
had this dance in their bar because it causes nudity
and profane language. But to demonstrate this dance,
we're going to use the world famous Blues Traveler
Stage Crew. Stage Crew, please report, in uniform!
Ladies and gentlemen, the virile and masculine, Blues
Traveler Stage Crew...this one particularly
scary-looking. All right...now wh
at you've got to do is you gotta stand
sideways...picture yourself on a surfboard...knees
slightly bent...arms out at a comfortable distance
from the rest of your body, while your torso remains
attached to your head, using the eyebrows to support
the lower lumbar signal angle of your forehead, try
and imagine yourself on a surfboard, and you're deep,
deep, deep in the Mediterranean Ocean, and there's
Libyan terrorists on the left of you, sharks on the
right of you, and you have to wobble, wobble, wobble
your way to a safer, trimmer you. Now I'd like to
point out that several doctors had to operate on my
leg to make it safe for me to do the Wobbling Surfer.
But never before has this been attempted...this jump
could very well kill all the people onstage - we don't
know because there's petroleum-based alloys in my leg
that could possibly explode into a ball of fire! But
we're going to try it for you this one time; we're
going to try it for you now, we're gonna do it, and we
don't know how - Ladies and Gentlemen,
the Wobbling Surfer, for you, presented for your
viewing pleasure...1, 2, 1, 2, 3, surf! Go for the
jump!"

Oh faith in my friend and faith in my brother
And faith in my life, I don't know no other
You try to stay happy, you try to stay sane
You get a little pleasure and you get a little pain
You grab the brass ring, you know you've gotta try
You keep right on a-grabbing until the day you die
Life's a big gamble, you have to work on yet
It's a big card shuffle, you gave what you could get
You get your joy, you get to have your blows,
And where she stops, nobody knows
And so it goes...and so it goes...

"If only my Aunt Sylvia could see me now..."