Excuse me, channel oneI'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

Walking down down, walking down the street
Walking down down
Walking down down

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

Walking down down, walking down the street
Walking down down, walking down the street