Besedila: David Lee Roth. Skyscraper.

:
I can hear the sound
of the North Star calling
Turn your high beams on
(stay on my wing)
I'm falling falling falling

And spinning and turning
This is ultra-drive
The beginnings of great things
cannot be seen by your naked eye

Crack the skies like lightning
Mothers milk, sonic boom
It's simply frightening

I'm a skyscraper

Float like a butterfly
Acrobatic
Spin like a B-52
Dramatic
and the radar
the radar locks on you, no static

Can I reach it now
I'm not up here often
God only knows
and he ain't talkin'

I'm as skyscraper