(S. Duboff/A. Kornfeld)
Vicki
Your father is a V.I.P.
He thinks he`s always right
Your mother watches her T.V.
Won`t talk to you all night
Couldn`t help sitting up so high
He`s gotta find love
He`s never seen a flower tree
Or anything that close
And everyday I`ll pass and say
Hey!
How is the air up there
How is the air up there
How is the air up there
According to you I just don`t care
I`m falling on the ground
First time that you saw me
Said you`d hope I would change
Well, your friends took one look at me
And they sure acted strange
Haven`t seen you in a month
And you wonder what it`s all about
Well, next time I`m in prison, love
Come and, well bail me out
And everyday I`ll pass and say
Hey!
How is the air up there
How is the air up there
How is the air up there
According to you I just don`t care
I`m falling on the ground
You tried to put the blame on me
You`ve got a lot of nerve
You say you`re so lonely, well
It`s all that you deserve
When you get tired of your
Love of life in high society
Well, get some kicks and take a trip
And come on down with me
And everyday I`ll pass and say
Hey!
How is the air up there
How is the air up there
How is the air up there
According to you I just don`t care
I`m falling on the ground
How is the air up there...