The Slang - Top of the World

Jets take the fateful kind
Up in the sky
I'm only on the second flight
Still learning how to fly

She smiled I was shy
She offered me a ride
I had to turn her down
I didn't tell her why

Goin' up the elevator
One hundred flights
Leanin' on the edge
And fallin' down at the sights

Up the elevator
Goin' up
Up the elevator

Holidays and traffic jams
Star Treks and beer cans
Life is just a barbecue
With beach towels and hot sand

Dance floors and rock bands
Catch 'em at the Ritz
Another night life blitz
It's more than if you are rich

Goin' up the elevator
One hundred flights
Watching all the ocean
The waves rolling in tonight

Up the elevator
Goin' up
Up the elevator

Lichtenstein and Guggenheim
Drawings on the subway line
Minutes speed for closing time
We saw the gates of Hell

Well it's kind of hard to tell
If an angel really fell
They must be doin' well
Right here on planet Hell

Goin' up the elevator
One hundred flights
Lookin' over buildings
Buildings go out of sight

Up the elevator
Goin' up
Up the elevator

We went to the North Shore
The seven four eight two
Fanfare thousands on the beach there
Bright lights everywhere

And the rockets red glare
The bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through the night
That our flag was never there

That flag was never there
But does anybody really care
Tell me life, is it fair
Or is it just a dare from Heaven

Goin' up the elevator
One hundred flights
Standing on the top
Touching the stars at night

Up the elevator
Goin' up
Up the elevator

Written by:
Alexander Jeffrey Kydd

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Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING

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