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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