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, 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 sorryish They'll just sit there like monuments Plastic flapping in the wind like a flag so sad Sugar, so high, 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 Yeah, 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 wise guys Yeah, not so wise guys And they'll do anything for sugar, sugar so high, high Yeah, anything for sugar, sugar so high, high Anything, anything Can't let go of the good times Good times, good times Sugar so high Sugar, sugar so high Free to those who can afford it To those who can afford it Very dear to those who can't Those who can't Free to those who can afford it To those who can afford it Very dear to those who can't Those who can't