sittin on top of the world
Standing on the corner of the top of the world
Washed out board sunlight standing on the corner of a Sunday afternoon
Out there by the old Piggly Wiggly
Me clapping my hands as if it were to be the music to wash all our sins away
Its a clapping to say hello out there
She her me out there in the street she knew everything
How can she be so good, how can she know such mysteries.
So now she's standing , clapping ,watching and waiting on the corner top of their world
Standing on the corner of the top of the world
She, I will be clapping