Elevator! Goin' up! In the gleamin' corridor of the 51st floor The money can be made if you really want some more Executive decision, a clinical precision Jumping from the windows, filled with indecision I get good advice from the advertising world Treat me nice, party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze It's the pause that refreshes in the corridors of power When top men need a top up long before the happy hour Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot You don't need a launderette, you can take 'em to the vet! (Chorus) Koka Kola advertising and c**aine Strolling down the Broadway in the rain Neon light sign says it I read it in the paper, they're crazy Suit your life, maybe so In the White House, I know All Over Berlin, they do it for years And in Manhattan Comin' through the door is a snub nose forty four The barrel can't snort, it can spatter on the floor Your eyeballs feel like pinballs And your tongue feels like a fish You're leapin' from the windows sayin' "Don't give me none of this!" (Chorus) Hit the deck!