Sugar High (Duffy Stephen)

The father son and game show host came to me On the West Coast and told me I could fly You don't need jets, you don't need wings You just need faith in silly things Like don't grow old and die It's all there in the air And in every young girl's hair Sugar high, left suspended in a pale blue sky Singing songs for mythic lucky guys and girls Sugar high, in the hit parade I hear the sighs Of ecstasy that only love and music buy Hi bye bye, sugar high The hypo fix the contact strip Immortalized as far too hip, too good to be alive Do you deserve the teenage news? Get your kicks and never bruise in all the hype and jive At the fade of the refrain She just hits play again Sugar high, left suspended in a pale blue sky Singing songs for mythic lucky guys and girls Sugar high, in the hit parade I hear the sighs Of ecstasy that only love and music buy Hi bye bye, sugar high Life is far too complicated To groove along quietly Have you got what it takes to survive? Oh, yeah Sugar high, left suspended in a pale blue sky Singing songs for mythic lucky guys and girls Sugar high, in the hit parade I hear the sighs Of ecstasy that only love and music buy Hi bye bye, sugar high