You go down the pubYou wear make upAnd old dads trousersWhy don’t you tidy upYou talk like a docker but you act like a queerYou drink champagne then complain it’s too dearYou try so hard not to follow any trendsThen you cry in your beer and say you’ve got no friendsBut is it any wonder that you’ve got no friendsBut it’s not the make upOr the way you dressIt’s not your appearance, that they all detestIt’s not your manners, that you gotta improveOoooo--it’s your attitude.ChorusAttitude, oo oo ooYour attitudeAttitude, oo oo ooYour attitudeTake off your head phonesHear what’s going onYou can’t live in a time zoneYou’ve gotta move onBut before you get thereThere’s one thing you’ve gotta doOh change your attitudeIt’s your attitudeIt’s your attitudeChorusAttitude, oo oo ooYour attitudeAttitude, oo oo ooYour attitudeThe ’80s are here, I know cuz I’m staring right at themBut you’re still waiting for 1960 to happenYou might have the illness, but you’ve got the cureYou’ve got the answer, you will endureYou’re the only person that’s gonna pull you throughOoh, with your attitudeChorusAttitude, oo oo ooYour attitudeAttitude, oo oo ooYour attitudeYou gotta learn to be positive, it’s your only chanceYou mustn’t be so defensive, you gotta join in the danceBut it isn’t your dancing that you’ve gotta improveOoh, it’s your attitude.ChorusAttitude, oo oo ooYour attitudeAttitude, oo oo ooYour attitudeIt’s all the musicIt’s all in your brainYou’ve used all the old licksNow it’s all gotta change.Change your attitudeIt’s your attitudeAttitude