Elevator going up

In the gleaming corridor of the 51st floor

The money can be made if you really want some more

Executive decision, a clinical precision

Jumping from the windows filled with indecision

I get good advice from the advertising world

Treat me nice, party girl

It's the pause that refreshes in the corridors of power

When top men need a top up long before the happy hour

Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot

You don't need a launderette, you can send them to the vet

I get my advice from the advertising world

Koka Kola advertising and cocaine

Strolling down the Broadway in the rain

Neon light sign says it

I read it in the paper, they're crazy

Yeah, suit your life, maybe so

In the white house, I know

All over Berlin, they do it for years

And in Manhattan

Coming through the door is a snub nose 44

The barrel can't snort, it can spatter on the floor

Your eyeballs feel like pinballs

And your tongue feels like a fish

You're leaping from the windows, saying (aah)

"Don't give me none of this"

Crooked like, advertising world

Hit the deck