King Porter Stomp

                                  Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky

With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by

A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I

When we're alone.



From all of society we'll stay aloof

And live in propriety there on the roof.

Two heavenly hermits we will be in truth

When we're alone.



We'll see life's mad pattern

As we view old Manhattan

Then we can thank our lucky stars

That we're living as we are.



In our little penthouse we'll always contrive

To keep love and romance forever alive

In view of the Hudson just over the drive,

When we're alone.



We can thank our lucky stars

That we're living as we are.



In our little penthouse we'll always contrive

To keep love and romance forever alive

In view of the Hudson just over the drive,

When we're alone.