Paroles de High C

A picket fence, I leaped it Through your screen door, I gotta meet you High C up and High C down Since you left the opera you just frown a lot and mumble, "I'm humble." Press clippings hang from torn wallpaper A dust covered phone, no one would ring her High C up and High C down Since you left the opera you just frown a lot and you tell me Tell me of the times when you were so big in Vienna And the people paid good money just to hear you in your splendor But that's all over now That's all over now Limited tastes, I wish I could help you A rock-headed lad, I have got to help you High C up and High C down Since you left the opera you just frown a lot and mumble, "I'm humble." Come on home with me and will sing our little hearts out We will hit High C or maby somewhere thereabouts Somewhere thereabouts