Up On The Catwalk

Up On The Catwalk a big wheel is spinning.
Dollars to Deutschmarks and pennies from heaven.
And Up On The Catwalk there’s one hundred million,
With letters from thousands that say: « Just who are you? »
There’s one thousand names that can spring up in my mind.
But you’d call it blackmail and that’s just not my kind.
And Up On The Catwalk and Up On The Catwalk.
And I don’t know why.

Chorus:
I will be there, I will be there, I will be there.
I will be there, I will be there.

Verse #2:
Up On The Catwalk there’s street politicians,
That crawl in from Broadway: « Say then who are you? »
And Up On The Catwalk there’s one thousand postcards,
From Montevideo. Say that I’ll be home soon.
Get out of Bombay and go up to Brixton,
And I look around to see just what is missing.
And Up On The Catwalk and girls call for mother,
And dream of their boyfriends. And I don’t know why.

Chorus:
I will be there, I will be there, I will be there,
I will be there, I will be there.

Tonight, under the crystal light, I’ll tell you everything I need.
Tonight, under the crystal light, surrender everything to me.

Verse #3:
Up On The Catwalk. And you dress in waistcoats,
And got brilliantino. And friends of Kim Philby.
You float through the night time like manna from heaven.
But what, what do I know, and just what do I know?
And Up On The Catwalk, in sweat that glistens.
And I don’t know why and I don’t know why.
I don’t know why.

Chorus:
I will be there, I will be there, I will be there,
I will be there, I will be there.

Tonight, under the crystal light, I’ll tell you everything I need.
Tonight, under the crystal light, surrender everything to me.

Coda:
Angel, angel, angel, angel.
Ah huh, ah huh, ah huh, ah huh.

One thousand names that spring up in my mind.
One thousand names that spring up in my mind.
Like Deodata, Michelangelo, Robert de Niro, so many others,
Nastassja Kinski and Martin Luther – so many others away from me.

Up On The Catwalk, Up On The Catwalk, Up On The Catwalk.
I don’t know why.