High C - Sparks
A picket fence I leaped it
Through your screen door I got to meet you
High c up and high c down down 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 down down
Since you left the opera you just frown a lot
And you tell me
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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
But 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 down 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 maybe somewhere there abouts
Somewhere there abouts
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
