(S. DuboffA. Kornfeld)   Your father is a V.I.P.   He thinks he's always right   Your mother watches her T.V.   Won't talk to you all night      Couldn't help sitting up so high   He's gotta find love   He's never seen a flower tree   Or anything that close      And everyday I'll pass and say   Hey!      How is the air up there   How is the air up there   How is the air up there   According to you I just don't care   I'm falling on the ground      First time that you saw me   Said you'd hope I would change   Well, your friends took one look at me   And they sure acted strange      Haven't seen you in a month   And you wonder what it's all about   Well, next time I'm in prison, love   Come and, well bail me out      And everyday I'll pass and say   Hey!      How is the air up there   How is the air up there   How is the air up there   According to you I just don't care   I'm falling on the ground      You tried to put the blame on me   You've got a lot of nerve   You say you're so lonely, well   It's all that you deserve      When you get tired of your   Love of life in high society   Well, get some kicks and take a trip   And come on down with me      And everyday I'll pass and say   Hey!      How is the air up there   How is the air up there   How is the air up there   According to you I just don't care   I'm falling on the ground      How is the air up there...