darling, hold your head up high
unless you'd like to crane your neck
biding time with moonlit sky
you sing and dance, and then you cry
shouting out, "what in the heck?!"
darling, hold your head up high
your warbling throat will not deny
the throes that goes to wash the deck
biding time with moonlit sky
you scrub and scrub, and then you lie
on wet clean floors rubbed of all specks
darling, hold your head up high
you never wanted just to fly
the mud so scrumptious, you elect
biding time with moonlit sky
ay, let us go then, you and i!
spinning round the discotheque
darling, hold your head up high
biding time with moonlit sky
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