Am Dm walk down to Am Am
Every day I wend my way to the middle of Sydney town
Dm Bm E
To earn my screw and do my due for a company of renown
Am Dm
I do my chore on the 40th floor of a building round and tall
Am F
E
Up in the sky where the rents are high and we all do sweet damn all
A
Flash goes the light and ring goes the bell and up in the air we go
E
Sailing in The Summit lift to the land of ice and snow
A
Up past the names that we've never heard of the people we don't know
E D A
I earn my bread with Sydney spread 600 feet below
Am Dm walk down to Am
Am
On the ground floor near the big lift door the crowds all huddle round
Dm Bm
E
In our castle in the air there's all creeds there, there's yellow, white and brown
Am Dm
The doors gape wide, we trudge inside and terror fills the air
Am F E
Three, two, one, all hope is gone, tell mother I still care
A
Flash goes the light and ring goes the bell and up in the air we go
E
Sailing in The Summit lift to the land of ice and snow
A
Up past the names that we've never heard of the people we don't know
E D A
I earn my bread with Sydney spread 600 feet below
Am Dm walk down to Am Am
Chrysler, Wimpy, Esso and Clyde and Ord BT and Co
Dm Bm E
The names go past so devilish fast, we must be near the snow
Am Dm
At thirty three, which is Hitachi, seventeen Japanese go
Am F
E
And that silly little bugger from Colonial Sugar is standing on my toe
A
Flash goes the light and ring goes the bell and up in the air we go
E
Sailing in The Summit lift to the land of ice and snow
A
Up past the names that we've never heard of the people we don't know
E D A
I earn my bread with Sydney spread 600 feet below
Am Dm walk down to Am Am
It's strange the way that every day as we trace our heavenly track
Dm Bm E
The ones that want to get out first are always at the back
Am Dm
So push the button, mind the door, stiffen up your knee
Am F E
Sorry miss, I meant to press number forty three