(G. Carfi, E. McDonald, N. McKay)
He looks like Deniro, she's his Brigitte Bardot,
And dat's enough to hang around wit those who think they know,
But if you've got da image, and symbols of success,
Ya must be doin' somethin' right, to keep up wit the Jones's,
They made it from da castin' couch, da sex was rock an' roll,
They're everybody's business, inquirin' minds must know,
Every slummy little detail, every superficial move,
And ya can buy it retail, in pink and black and blue,
She said, take me walkin' where the surf is slow,
He said, what's wrong wit right here, I got places to go.
Chorus:
Life at da top, down on your knees, don't stop, don't stop, give it to me,
Life at da top, where nothing is free,
It's alright, alright, baby won't ya live it wit me.
If ya get up on the table, you're gonna lose your place,
In da city of angels, where fame's a state of grace,
If ya need a plastic surgeon, honey, I know an ace,
Ya can't change your past, but he can change your face.
She said, take me walkin' where the surf is slow,
He said, what's wrong wit right here, I got places to go.
chorus
(Instrumental break)
He said, baby, take me far away from here,
She said, ya already arrived, can't ya see yourself clear,
Life at da top (alright, alright),
Shakin' da money tree (alright, alright),
Give it everythin' you got (alright, alright),
Shake it one time for me (don't stop, don't stop).
chorus
(Life) at da top, down on your knees, alright, alright, baby live it wit me,
(Life at da top) This stealin' thing ya got, in da land of the free,
(Don't stop, don't stop) So come on baby why won't ya,
Why don't ya steal from me,
(Life at da top) My my my my my my yeah,
(Life at da top) It's alright, (life at da top) it's alright, in real life,
(Life at da top) alright, yeah,
In da city of the angels, ya can get it where ya want it,
Get it where ya want it, get where ya wanna, want it, want it to be.
Chorus X2
