The Elevator

We moved in to our place. Lots of neighbors, lots of space. In this brand new twenty story tower. If the only way up there was for us To climb the stairs. We'd be climbing up those stairs for hours. Up, down, up, down. Ride the elevator. Take a ride to any floor on the spot. Up, down, up, down. We need our elevator. If we had to climb the stairs, our legs Would be shot. Mommy needs to take her bike out so she Can take a hike. Jim has got to walk His bulldog, Betty. A double bed, a big armchair, can take a Lift to get upstairs just as long as they Are not too heavy. Up, down, up, down. Ride the elevator. Take a ride to any floor on the spot. Up, down, up, down. We need our elevator. If we had to climb the stairs, our legs Would be shot. Ba, ba, ba, Ba, ba. What is this? Why the crowd? Why is everyone so loud? Why have all the neighbors gone bananas? Elevator's on the fritz. It won't move, it just sits. Someone broke it moving a piano. Up, down, up, down. Ride the elevator. Take a ride to any floor on the spot. Up, down, up, down. We need our elevator. If we had to climb the stairs, our legs Would be shot. If the elevator's fried, The food we ordered won't arrive. The bookcase dropped off from the store won't make It to the fiftieth floor. Nothing's going down or up. Not a table, chair, or clock. The bulldog even knows for sure. Without it we'll be on all fours. Up, down, up, down. Ride the elevator. Take a ride to any floor on the spot. Up, down, up, down. We need our elevator. If we had to climb the stairs, Our legs would be shot.