I'm sitting on top of 54th Street Taking in the Seagrams Up where every window stares right back at you Mies van der Rohe I hope you go to hell Although I must admit it's quite a view I'll take a double dry martini Drink to my lost youth Gotta lie my way out of this Park Avenue toll booth You pay to get in and you pay to get out Might be a sin but there ain't no doubt in my mind I've got this sinking feeling It's what I call my point of view I live at the Waldorf Astoria in my expense account pajamas Room service has my future all arranged Bring me a bottle of the house euphoria and charge it to my name They collect the bills but I never see any change Don't wait up for me tonight I'm gonna take that midnight flight I think I may, I think I might Just don't wait up for me Don't wait up for for me The taxi cabs cruise up and down the Avenue Like a yellow revolving door And the helicopters never even touch the ground I'm sitting on top of 54th Street Taking in the view I guess I always knew it's a long way down But you get madder and madder as you climb up the ladder And the air starts getting thin Nobody ever admits what everybody knows You' can't get to the top because the elevator stops When it reaches the 65th floor And that gold watch says it's time for you to go Get a double dry martini and take it up to the roof Gotta fly my way out of this Park Avenue toll booth You pay to get in and you pay to get out I know it's a sin but there ain't no doubt in my mind I've got this sinking feeling It's what I call my point of view