(D. Dickers)
Excuse me, channel one
I'm talking to the sun
hold on a second, general, if you please
I'm gazin' at the sky
no need to ratify
It seems to me it's perfect for the job
cos I don't see why things look
much nicer from the top
Walking down the street with my head up high
I can see why
Walking down the street
starin' at the sky
I can see all the brightness before my eyes
No more politics (you ain't seen nothing yet)
and econometrics
I can see there are better days ahead
I might as well be wrong (therefore I shall resign)
but I gotta move along
I just prefer to whistle when I walk
cos I cannot shut myself to
blindness when I talk
Walking down the street with my head up high
I can see why
Walking down the street
Starin' at the sky
I can see all the brightness before my eyes
solo
Walking down down, walking down the street
Walking down down (2X)
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Walking down down, walking down the street
Walking down down, walking down the street