I'm gonna lower my standards and raise my price I'm gonna take your lunch and your bad advice Until my worse idea gets the big reward Until I get out of this raggedy Ford And into a shiny new two seater Dress my girlfriend up like a cheetah I'm gonna sign my checks: Yours sincerely For all the money that you hold dearly When my ego swells and my output dwindles You can tell the world that you've been swindled By the man who would have been so bitter Had he never reconsidered Falling up To the top of the junk pile wearing a big smile Falling up To the top of the heap with my tongue in cheek I can't sit down cause I'm falling up Well I used to think that I had some duty Now I only want the booty And unless you've recently been anointed Then don't tell me you're disappointed In the man who would have been so bitter Had he never reconsidered Now I pay no mind to innovation Just over and over with the same sensation Till I'm a short short subject on a long tape loop That comes and goes like the hula hoop In one ear and out the other Nothing there to stop it, brother Falling upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
