Sugar High - Stephen Duffy

The father son and game show host came to me

On the West Coast and told me I could fly

You don’t need jets, you don’t need wings

You just need faith in silly things

Like don’t grow old and die

It’s all there in the air

And in every young girl’s hair

Sugar high, left suspended in a pale blue sky

Singing songs for mythic lucky guys and girls

Sugar high, in the hit parade I hear the sighs

Of ecstasy that only love and music buy

Hi bye bye, sugar high

The hypo fix the contact strip

Immortalized as far too hip, too good to be alive

Do you deserve the teenage news?

Get your kicks and never bruise in all the hype and jive

At the fade of the refrain

She just hits play again

Sugar high, left suspended in a pale blue sky

Singing songs for mythic lucky guys and girls

Sugar high, in the hit parade I hear the sighs

Of ecstasy that only love and music buy

Hi bye bye, sugar high

Life is far too complicated

To groove along quietly

Have you got what it takes to survive?

Oh, yeah

Sugar high, left suspended in a pale blue sky

Singing songs for mythic lucky guys and girls

Sugar high, in the hit parade I hear the sighs

Of ecstasy that only love and music buy

Hi bye bye, sugar high