I'm gonna move off Magazine and Josephine Met someone who can dance like Cyd Charisse And I shoulda learned by now I can still see your purple teeth smiling at me Everything floats Miss Dead Sea, I swim free And I shoulda known by now Ain't it all in your hand? Raised up high You were made, to gimme five, oh me oh my oh You were made, to gimme five Hey you, Mr. E.S.L keep talking Everyone knows you're just the silver lining But I'm the gold in her cavities With a branch around my wrist I swing from slim willow limbs Before they finally gave in But I'll carry you to the ground Ain't it all in your hand? Raised up high You were made, you were made Ain't it all in your hand Raised up high You were made to gimme five Oh me oh my oh You were made to gimme five Oh me oh my oh For the drive home You were made to rave on, in my mind Oh me oh my oh Ain't no high road We was made to rave on, all five