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
In fear
Sheer Chance
Will draw
You in
To here

[Thanks to btoma@hotmail.com for lyrics]