Hang High

For all the holes inside your pocket

And all the times you sang the blues

For every time you had a tear in your eye

There is a dream that hides a secret

And in your heart there lies a clue

To everything you need and never say why

Hang high, we’ll get to Shanghai

Hey there, we’ll get to somewhere

And all the angels will be dancing

Their bodies softly swing and sway

Heavenly delights, so bittersweet

A midnight choir it will be singin’

Another hymn by Marvin Gaye

Like every Saturday night on Desperate Street

Their saying hang high, we’ll get to Shanghai

Hey there, we’ll get to somewhere

Half a million places, yeah you really ought to be

Give it up, forget them all and spend the night with me

And just hang high, we’ll call in Shanghai

Hey there, we’ll call it somewhere

Hang high, we’ll get to Shanghai

Hey there, we’ll get to somewhere

Hang high baby

Shanghai baby

Written by Michael Brewer & Tom Shipley
1993 Eye Forty Four Music/BMI

One Toke Production released 1993