I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days   I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days   I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days   She said, "Son, these are the bad old days"      Move on up, move on up      You've got to watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place   Watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place   Watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place   All the time they're smilin' in your face      You can't trust your brother   You disrespect your sister   You got to      Move on up, move on up   Move on up, move on up   Move on up, move on up   Move on up a little      Move on up a little higher      When God finds the time, he's gonna deal your case   When God finds the time, he's gonna deal your case   When God finds the time, he's gonna deal your case   I'm sure He's gonna ask you 'bout your bad old days      Well, sing a little louder   Look a little harder   Sons and daughters   Walk a little prouder   Sing a little louder      Move on up, move on up   Move on up, move on up   Move on up, move on up   Move on up