Once you make your plans, expect ’em to go wrong. If you don’t understand, just listen to this song. You’re trying to make an impression, on the new girl in town. But you trip on your laces, and then come crashing down. You’re cruising right on schedule, you think you’re in the clear, then up ahead you see construction everywhere. Better make a Plan B. Better keep a spare key. The only sure thing, is that things change eventually. Better make a Plan B. Now here’s the law, you see, when Murphy comes to town, he gets in for free. You can write it in ink, you can circle the date, then the door sticks shut, and the clock runs late. You set golf for noon. Weather looks perfect then. Soon as you hit the links, now it’s pouring again! You think you’ve got the answer. Planned the perfect day. Then the fine print taps your shoulder, and ruins your day. Better make a Plan B. Better keep a spare key. The only sure thing Is that things change eventually. Better make a Plan B. Now here’s the law, you see. When Murphy comes to town he gets in for free. Plan A had polish. Plan A had style. Plan A was perfect, for a little while. Plan A got nervous. Plan A got lost. Plan A looked cheap when it counted the cost. Better make a Plan B. Better keep a spare key. The only sure thing is that things change eventually. Better make a Plan B. Now here’s the law, you see. When Murphy comes to town he gets in for free. Once you make your plans, expect ’em to go wrong. Better make a Plan B, and keep singing along.
