Let's build up tall into the sky We can sit on those beams and smile And eat our sandwiches And smoke cigarettes Like those boys who built New York City No fear of falling, Oh it looks so pretty Oh look, a funeral. A carnival. Sugar. Sugar, so high Let's build all this shit No-one's ever gonna buy When we come round we'll Blame the sugar high And act all sheepish, And kinda sorry-ish They'll just sit there like Monuments Plastic flapping in the wind Like a flag So sad Sugar. Sugar, so high Hey Charlie don't you know Seanie, Don't you know Paddy, don't you know The Baileys? Good old boys at the races In a big tent at the races He's a friend of mine, he's a friend Of yours, he's a friend of ours, Like not so wiseguys Yea, not so wiseguys And they'll do anything for Sugar. Sugar, so high Anything, anything Can't let go of the good times Free to those who can afford it. Very dear to those who can't