People walking around, living in the days
High up above the ground with their snooty ways
Putting people down, acting phony while they fly
High with their fancy clothes and their corny jokes
Looking down their nose at the common folk
They can never see life the way it ought to be
Oh wait
These days seem to have passed us by
These days
Life is in high, high flight
Everybody's hip
Every kind of sound comes from every lip
Everybody's down, about to really flip
Acting phony while they fly
High
High
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
