Move aside,
  And let the man go through.
  Let the man go through.
  
  If I stole
  Somebody else's wave
  to fly up.
  If I rose
  Up with the avenue
  Behind me.
  Some kind of verb.
  Some kind of moving thing.
  Something unseen.
  Some hand is motioning
  To rise, to rise, to rise.
  
  Too fat, fat you must cut lean.
  You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine,
  Chump, change, and it's on, super bon bon
  Super bon bon, super bon bon.
  
  And by the phone
  I live
  I fear
  Sheer Chance
  Will draw
  You in
  To here.