(s. duboff/a. kornfeld) Vicki Your father is a v.i.p. He thinks he's always right Your mother watches her t.v. Won't talk to you all night Couldn't help sitting up so high He's gotta find love He's never seen a flower tree Or anything that close And everyday I'll pass and say Hey! How is the air up there How is the air up there How is the air up there According to you I just don't care I'm falling on the ground First time that you saw me Said you'd hope I would change Wellyour friends took one look at me And they sure acted strange Haven't seen you in a month And you wonder what it's all about Wellnext time I'm in prisonlove Come andwell bail me out And everyday I'll pass and say Hey! How is the air up there How is the air up there How is the air up there According to you I just don't care I'm falling on the ground You tried to put the blame on me You've got a lot of nerve You say you're so lonelywell It's all that you deserve When you get tired of your Love of life in high society Wellget some kicks and take a trip And come on down with me And everyday I'll pass and say Hey! How is the air up there How is the air up there How is the air up there According to you I just don't care I'm falling on the ground How is the air up there...
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