Are we just taking up space And hanging low on the vine? Dreaming up something brilliant to say Or at least pass the time anyway So cheers to success We'd never expect to warm up our cold hands and toes And here's to excess and why I suspect We'll float in the sky like a weather baloon Trapping thoughts in a butterfly net And writing them down so we don't forget It seens only fair if you can think it up Celebrate with a paper cup So cheers to success We'd never expect to warm up our cold hands and toes And here's to excess and why I suspect We'll float in the sky like a weather baloon