THE DOORIGHT FAMILY Lyrics: Ray Stevens Performed by Ray Stevens >From the album "Collector's Edition" I want to tell you a story 'bout the Dooright family That soul singin' gospel group from the hills of Tennessee They travel in a silver eagle with eight rooms and a shower And every Sunday afternoon you can tune 'em in on the Dooright hour Oh, yes friends and neighbors, we are the Dooright family Broadcastin' over the airwaves from Nashville, Tennessee Reach over and turn up your radios and we'll bring our music to ya And pretty soon you'll shout hallelujah (hallelujah) Well you got to do right, do right, do right, do right Do right, do right, do right, do right Yes, if you do do right ya know you can't go wrong Here's brother Thurman... ãHowdy neighbors!ä Sister Doris and sister Dewdrop... ãPraise gloryä Oh, bless your hearts girls ãBless your heart too Daddyä ãBless your heart Daddyä ãBless your heart Virgilä ãBless your heart Mamaä ãBless your heart Dorisä ãBless your heart Dewdropä ãBless your heart Virgilä ãBless your heart Thurmanä ãBless your heart Mamaä ãGood night John Boyä ãBless your heart President Eisenhower and all the boys overseasä All right, hold it! That's enough heart blessin'! Here's brother Virgil... ãLordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, Oh lordyä Atta boy Virgil, and of course friends, I'm daddy Dooright No show would be complete, we wouldn't dare delete She can't be beat, you're in for a treat She'll sweep you off-a your feet, so hang on to your seat Prepare to meet and greet our dear sweet Mama ãHallelujah, friends never give in to that sin and temptation lurkin' in the shadows but constantly strive toward that burnin' beacon on the distant horizon" (sobs) Hallelujah!... Mama, Okay now, that's enough Punch Mama, Virgil. (punch) ãNow play the pianer Mamaä Well, one afternoon at an all night sing They were makin' them rafters ring Had that audience clappin' on one and three, mercy Wasn't too long 'fore they hit a groove And then the spirit began to move ol' Thurman right over the edge And he began to preach ãLord!, uh-huh, I just wanna say a few words uh-huh, Îbout them discotheques, uh-huh, peopleâs in there drinkin', uh-huh peopleâs in there smokin', uh-huh peopleâs in there dancin', uh-huh, where they just git out there in a big pile, uh-huh, and jus' girate around like a bunch' o wild heathens, uh-huh, I tell you flock, uh-huh, them discotheques, uh-huh, ain't nothin' but a regular Sodom and Gomorrah, uh-huh... Where you goin', Virgil, uh-huh?ä ãI'm goin' to one o' them discothequesä ãYou come back here Virgil!ä ãNever give in to that sin and temptation lurkin' in the shadows...ä ãOkay, Mama...ä ãBut constantly strive towards that burnin' beacon on the distant horizon (sobs)ä ãOkay that's enough. Punch Mama, Virgil.ä (punch) ãNow play the pianer Mamaä Well the tears were streamin' down every face There wasn't a dry eye in the place One woman had her eyes rolled back and she was speaking in tongues Yeah, even the Doorights were moved by the sermon And Daddy reached out and he hugged ol' Thurman And they all sang the last chorus like it'd never been sung Well you got to do right, do right, do right, do right Do right, do right, do right, do right And we invite you to help us sing our song Do right, do right, do right, do right Do right, do right, do right, do right Yes if you do do right you know you can't go wrong Do right, do right, do right, do right Do right, do right, do right, do right, do right..... ãGo for another octave Virgil!ä (BOOM) ãWhat was that?!ä ãOh Lordy..Virgil's done gone so low, He's exploded! Right here on stage, friends!ä ãHallelujah!ä Play the pianer Mama! Friends, 'til we meet again, keep them cards and letters a comin' And don't forget the autographed songbooks for sale as you leave the building. It's got pictures of the entire Dooright family standin' in front of the lavender bus Right there in livin' color!... Lordy Virgil, you cut that out! You know you can't hit that note, Virgil! Friends, don't forget look for the Dooright bus! We'll be comin' through your town real soon... Virgil! You know you can't sing that low!...Virgil!!!