Top Level Joy Songtext
von Liz Lawrence

And if you can feel the cold on your ankles and shiver
Then you might be delivered
From this walnut state
Tinned soup hibernate

Don′t you go swimming at high tide
Wait 'til the sand stretches wide
Then that′s time, that's time
If you can lie with a child on your chest
Turning the earth of your heart
Then that's a start, that′s a start

Hit the high striker
Top-level joy, top-level joy, top-level joy
Hit the high striker
Top-level joy, top-level joy, top-level joy

Sorrow has a season
That runaway train shows up on my birthdays
Despair has no ceiling
And yours still breaks my heart
Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc


And the elevator′s goin' up
And the elevator′s goin' up
And the elevator′s goin' up

Hit the high striker
Top-level joy, top-level joy, top-level joy
Hit the high striker
Top-level joy, top-level joy, top-level joy

If you can shape and you bend
If you can shape and you bend
Then you′re on the mend
Oh, you're on the mend

And when the time is right
Gently prise and gently prise
Then fight, fight, fight
And the elevator's goin′ up
And the elevator′s goin' up
And the elevator′s goin' up

Hit the high striker
Top-level joy, top-level joy, top-level joy
Hit the high striker
Top-level joy, top-level joy, top-level joy