Whoa Another day I take your pain away Some people talk about ya Like they know all about ya When you get down they doubt ya And when you tip it on the scene, yeah, they talkin' bout it 'Cause they can't tip on the scene, watch you talk about it T-t-t-talkin' bout it When you get elevated They love it or they hate it You dance up on them haters Keep getting funky on the scene while they jumpin' round ya They tryna take all of your dreams, but you can't allow it Cause, baby, whether you're high or low Whether you're high or low You got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) T-t-t-tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Baby, baby, whether you're high or low (high or low) Baby, whether you're high or low (high or low) You got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Now let me see you do the tightrope (tip, tip on it) And I'm still tippin' on it See I'm not walkin' on it Or tryna run around it This ain't no acrobatics You either follow or you lead Yeah, I'm talkin' bout you Or keep on blaming the machine (and now I'm living inside a dream) Yeah, I'm talkin' bout it T-t-t-talkin' bout it I can't complain about it I gotta keep my balance And just keep dancing on it We gettin' funky on the scene and you know about it Like a star on the screen, watch me tip all on it Then, baby, whether I'm high or low (high or low) Baby, whether you're high or low (high or low) Ooh, you got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Yeah, tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Baby, baby, whether you're high or low (high or low) Baby, whether you're high or low (high or low) Tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Baby, let me see you tightrope (tip, tip on it) And I'm still tippin' on it I tip on alligators and little rattlesnakers But I'm another flavour, something like a terminator Ain't no equivocating I fight for what I believe, while you talkin' bout it S-s-she's talkin' bout it Some callin' me a sinner Some callin' me a winner I'm callin' you the dinner And you know exactly what I mean, yeah, I'm talkin' bout ya You can rock or you can leave, watch me tip without ya Now, now, now, whether I'm high or low (high or low) Whether I'm high or low (high or low) You gotta tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) (Tip, tip on it) Baby, baby, whether I'm high or low (high or low) Oh, high or low (high or low) I got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) My baby, tip on the tightrope You can't get too high (You can't get too high) I said, you can't get too low (We can't get too low) 'Cause you get too high (You can't get too high) No, you'll surely be low (No, you'll surely be low) 1, 2, 3, go Yeah Yeah Now shut up Yeah Yeah Now put some voodoo on it Ladies and gentlemen, the funkiest horn section in Metropolis Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh We call that classy brass (Happy birthday) Do y'all mind (happy birthday) If I play the ukulele? (happy birthday) Just like a little lady (happy birthday) Do y'all mind (happy birthday) If I play the ukulele? (happy birthday) Just like a little lady (happy birthday) If I play the ukulele (happy birthday) If I play my ukulele (happy birthday) Just like a little lady (happy birthday) Just like a little lady (happy birthday) Ukulele (happy birthday) Just like a little lady (happy birthday) If I play my ukulele (happy birthday) (Happy birthday) (Happy birthday)