People walkin' round.
Livin' in a daze.
High above the crowd.
With their snoopy ways,
Putin' people down.
Actin' phoney while they fly, high.
With their fancy clothes,
And their corny jokes.
Lookin' down their nose,
At the common folk.
They never see,
Life the way it otta be.
Always seem to act past a spite.
These days, life is in a high, high fly.
Everybody’s down about really you flip.
Actin' phoney while they fly high.