Текст песни




Remember the youth, 'mid snow and ice
Who bore the banner with the strange device
Excelsior! This motto applies
To those who dwell in Richmond Hill
Or New Rochelle
In Chelsea or in Sutton Place
You've got to reach the heights
To win the race
See the pretty apple
Up in the tree
The higher up the sweeter it grows
Picking fruit you've got to be
Up on your toes
See the pretty penthouse
Top of the roof
The higher up, the higher rent goes
Get that dough, don't be a goof
Up on your toes
They climb the clouds
To come through with airmail
The dancing crowds
Look up to some rare male
Like that Astaire male
See the pretty lady
Top of the crop
You wanna know the way the wind blows
Then, my boy, you've got to hop
Hop on your toes
They climb the clouds
To come through with airmail
The dancing crowds
Look up to some rare male
Like that Astaire male
See the pretty lady
Top of the crop
You wanna know the way the wind blows
Then, my boy, you've got to hop
Hop on your toes
Up on your toes
See the pretty lady
Top of the crop
You wanna know the way the wind blows
Then, my boy, you've got to hop
Hop on your toes
Up on your toes



Авторы: Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart Copyright: Chappell & Co., Inc., Williamson Music, Williamson Music Company


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