Well there's two ways you can go When you're feelin low. There's two ways you can do When you are blue; You can sit at home and cry, And eat your poor heart out, Or you can leave your little room And step out in the street, And find the sweet source of your grief, And push him in the teeth. There's two ways you can go When you're feelin low. There's two ways you can do When you are blue; You can lay the blame On your own poor head Till your eyes are red And you wish you were dead, Or you can go out into the town And knock that sweet man down. There's two ways you can go When you're feelin low. There's two ways you can do When you are blue; You can drink up a bottle Till your brain is numb, Then wake up sick And drink another one. Or you can find the source of your woe And lay him low.