I like to tell you a story about me and my family and the neighborhood in which I wasraised.I chose to do this particular number because it describes my childhood to a T. You see,childhood part of my life wasn't very pretty, see, I was born and raised in the slums ofthe city.There was a one-room shack that slept another children beside me.We hardly had enough food or room to sleep.Hard times.My, my, my.Let me tell you about my papa.My father didn't know the meaning of love.He didn't respect me, mama.Oh, yes, he did.I left home seeking a job that I never did find.Depressed and downhearted, I took to Cloud Nine.And I'm doing fine up here on Cloud Nine.Do-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-a-dooga-dang.Fine up here on Cloud Nine.Folks down there tell me, say, give yourself a chance, son.Don't let life pass you by.But the world of reality's a rat race where only the strongest survive.It's a dog-eat-dog world and there ain't no life.Listen, it ain't even safe no more to walk the streets at night.And I'm doing fine, fine, fine up here on Cloud Nine.Let me tell you about Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Up here on Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.Cloud Nine.I've got to take you higher.I've got to take you higher.