There’s a holdout in the Bronx, Brooklyn’s broken out in fights. There’s a traffic jam in Harlem that’s backed up to Jackson Heights. There’s a Scout troop short a child, Khrushchev’s due at Idelwyld… Car 54, where are you?
Come and knock on our door. We’ve been waiting for you. Where the kisses are hers and hers and his, three’s company, too! Come and dance on our floor. Take a step that is new. We’ve a lovable space that needs your face, three’s company, too! You’ll see that life is a ball again and laughter is callin’ for you. Down at our rendezvous, three’s company, too!
What ever happened to predictability? The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV. Everywhere you look, everywhere you go, there’s a heart, a hand to hold onto. Everywhere you look, everywhere you go. There’s a face of somebody who needs you.
Everywhere you look, when you’re lost out there and you’re all alone, a light is waiting to carry you home, Everywhere you look. Everywhere you look.
You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have the facts of life, the facts of life. There’s a time you got to go and show you’re growin’ now you know about the facts of life, the facts of life. When the world never seems to be livin up to your dreams and suddenly you’re finding out the facts of life are all about you.