The sauce and sprinkles on your 99
The tallest ladder you’ve ever climbed
A jackdaw perched on your telephone line
I wanna be on top.
The double knot in your rollerblades
The ice-cream float in your lemonade
Your bank balance when you’ve just been paid
I wanna be on top.
The pointy bit on the Eiffel tower,
The hands holding clocks in the midnight hour
Flying should be my superpower
I wanna be on top.
A BBQ sausage sizzling over the coal
Sir Ranulph Fiennes when he reached the north pole
The icing sugar on an arctic roll
I wanna be on top.
Top like the crown on the head of the Queen
Or the bathroom window you can never clean
Or the shelf, home to XXX porno magazines
I wanna be on top.
The mercury rising in hot august sun
Top deck of the bus that you’re hoping will come
Top of the pops, and I’m number one baby
I wanna be on top.
The crusty roof on your home baked bread
Forget the assistant I’m the company head-
stone, laid over you when you’re dead
I wanna be on top.
A jumbo jet hurtling through the skies, past
those skyscrapers that the hippies despise
“The way you feel between my thighs” she said,
“I wanna be on top.”
Top Shop
Top Gear
Top Banana
Top Class
Not for your personal gratification
But for my own personal stimulation
I’ll never drop
Until I pop, baby
I wanna be on top.
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