The High Life by Alex BMature

The skies all darken and it rains.

Life comes and goes-it’s all change.

Poor people pack their things away.

‘Cause there’s a new kind of person in town.

Strutting their stuff all around…around…around…

‘Cause it’s…

 

Chorus:

The High Life,

Living the High Life. Wuh oh

The High Life

The High Life. Wuh oh.

 

They walk around like they rule this place.

Hair, mascara and a pretty face.

Carrying round that big suit case.

And swirling round in bright night clubs,

Noses up at cigarette stubs.

Yes it’s…

 

Chorus

 

The men all have umbrellas;

The women with the galoshes.

You hear their chatter everywhere.

They have so much to share.

Rain on cars-or horse and cart?

It’s blast from the past.

Swerve around, not too fast!

 

The skies all darken and it rains.

The rain on cars, horse and trains.

Hair and mascara equals fame.

‘Cause there’s a new kind of person in town.

In the night clubs, they swirl around-

Strutting their stuff everywhere.

Protecting their perfect hair.

 

Chorus

Chorus

Chorus…

The End

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