High Life

That strange little bird makes a penny whistle sound And I'm gonna live the high life The very same thing All the fortunate have found The world on a string, the high life Black light, black heat Who can resist? It flows through time It slows like this That strange little bird makes a melancholy sound But I'm gonna live the high life It has been said that there's nothing so profound As living it well, the high life As living it well, the high life