Life At The Top [Bad English featuring Ricky Phillips]
Life At The Top
Written by John Waite, Jonathan Cain, Mark Spiro, Tim Pierce
Lead Vocals by John Waite
He looks like De Niro
She's his Brigitte Bardot
And that's enough to hang around
With those who think they know
But if you've got the image
And symbols of success
You must be doing something right
To keep up with the Jones's
They made it from the castin' couch
The sex was rock an' roll
They're everybody's business
Inquiring minds must know
Every slummy little detail
Every superficial move
And you can buy it retail
In pink and black and blue
She said
Take me walking where the surf is slow
He said
What's wrong with right here
I got places to go
Life at the top
Down on your knees
Don't stop, don't stop
Give it to me
Life at the top
Where nothing is free
It's alright, alright
Baby won't you live it with me
If you get up on the table
You're gonna lose your place
In the city of angels
Where fame's a state of grace
If you need a plastic surgeon
Honey I know an ace
You can't change your past
But he can change your face
She said
Take me walking where the surf is slow
He said
What's wrong with right here
I got places to go
Life at the top
Down on your knees
Don't stop, don't stop
Give it to me
Life at the top
Where nothing is free
It's alright, alright
Baby won't you live it with me
He said
Baby take me far away from here
She said
You already arrived
Can't you see yourself clear
Life at the top
(alright alright)
Shakin' the money tree
(alright alright)
Give it everything you got
(alright alright)
Shake it one time for me
(don't stop don't stop)
Life at the top
Down on your knees
Don't stop, don't stop
Give it to me
Life at the top
Where nothing is free
It's alright
Alright baby won't you live it with me
(Life at the top)
Down on your knees
It's alright, alright
Baby live it with me
(Life at the top)
This stealin' thing you got
In the land of the free
(don't stop, don't stop)
So come on baby why won't you
Why don't you steal from me
(life at the top)
My my my my my my yeah
(life at the top)
It's alright
(life at the top)
It's alright
In real life
(life at the top)
Alright yeah
In the city of the angels
You can get it where you want it
Get it where you want it
Get where you wanna
Want it
Want it to be
Read it like a story:
He looks like Robert De Niro; she's his Brigitte Bardot, and that's enough to hang around with those who think they know. But if you've got the image and symbols of success, you must be doing something right to keep up with the Jones's.
They made it from the casting couch. The sex was rock an' roll. They're everybody's business, inquiring minds must know every slummy little detail, every superficial move, and you can buy it retail in pink and black and blue.
She said "Take me walking where the surf is slow."
He said "What's wrong with right here? I got places to go."
Life at the top, down on your knees, don't stop, don't stop, give it to me. Life at the top, where nothing is free. It's alright, alright, baby won't you live it with me.
If you get up on the table, you're gonna lose your place in the city of angels, where fame's a state of grace. If you need a plastic surgeon, honey I know an ace. You can't change your past, but he can change your face.
She said, "Take me walking where the surf is slow."
He said "What's wrong with right here? I got places to go."
He said "Baby take me far away from here."
She said "You already arrived. Can't you see yourself clear?"
Life at the top, shakin' the money tree. Give it everything you got. Shake it one time for me.
What's it mean?
Fame and fortune aren't everything. It requires sacrifices. While climbing to the top, you can't take time for a vacation. Once you've "arrived," appearances matter enough that plastic surgery might be required to stay at the top. Everybody wants some of your money.
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