(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