High C

A picket fence, I leaped it

Through your screen door, I gotta meet you

High C up and High C down

Since you left the opera you just frown a lot

and mumble, "I'm humble."

Press clippings hang from torn wallpaper

A dust covered phone, no one would ring her

High C up and High C down

Since you left the opera you just frown a lot

and you tell me

Tell me of the times when you were so big

in Vienna

And the people paid good money just to hear

you in your splendor

But that's all over now

That's all over now

Limited tastes, I wish I could help you

A rock-headed lad, I have got to help you

High C up and High C down

Since you left the opera you just frown a lot

and mumble, "I'm humble."

Come on home with me and will sing our little hearts

out

We will hit High C or maby somewhere thereabouts

Somewhere thereabouts