I was down on the street giving my baby a call
When who should come up to my phone booth but ol' Clark Kent Superman stripping down to his drawers
He says: “ If you'll kindly step aside, I've got the world to save”
I said: “Ah, you know I would but I got my lady on the line
and that's my last dime I just paid”
Well, he proceeded to grab me by the collar and threw me down in
some rubbish by the curb
Then he had the nerve to get on the phone with my old lady and start
to purr
I brushed myself off and then I took him by his red diaper and cape
I gave him a push start into the sky and this I did say:

Take it up, up, up, up and away (x3) Take it away


Cause I don't want you 'round no more Telling me how it should be
Just take the elevator to the top floor
You know the basement is alright by me (Most definitely)

I was sitting with my sweetie, gazing peacefully at the moon
When who should come up but ol' Neil Armstrong wannabe humming
his tune
He says to me: “You can't imagine what it's like up there
“You have no idea what it's like to take a giant step for mankind and
then bound through the air
You can only sit here and stare at that lunar face
You can only dream 'bout what it must be like up there in space”
Well I said: “Yo, Eagleboy are you done landing? Are you about
through? Isn't there some rocket waiting for you?
Cause me, my gal and this here moon got better things to do"

So take it up, up, up, up and away (x3) Take it away

I've given you your time and you've spoken your peace
Lord knows how you've tried to enlighten me
Just go ahead and sail those broad seas
While I sit here swinging in my tree (slightly out of key)

(interlude)

I was touring Olympus when who should I come across but ol'
Aphrodite
She was sipping cocktails on the veranda in her see-through nightie
Truth be told she was looking mighty fine
I said: “Sweet goddess of love would you be mine?”
She scoffed saying: “You need arms and a chest like Heracles to be
my man
“And you could use a haircut and some new threads you're looking
scraggly like Pan
I've briefly glanced through that scrapbook of love you've been
pasting together and oow
Seems to me those mortal weaklings could have fallen for someone
better than you”
I said: “Wait a minute, wait a minute,
if you were a better mother to your son
I would not be such a pin cushion for that little imp and his fun
I may be no prize true but we'll see how much better you do when I
catch that little Eros brat of yours and I send his arrows at you”

So take it up, up, up, up and away (x3) Take it away