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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Spinners
Performer
Jack Faith
Alto Saxophone
Thomas Bell
Conductor
Barbara Ingram
Background Vocals
Carla Benson
Background Vocals
Yvette Benton
Background Vocals
Bob Babbitt
Bass
Ronnie Baker
Bass Guitar
Larry Washington
Congas
Earl Young
Drums
Danny Davis
French Horn
Joe DeAngelis
French Horn
Milt Phibbs
French Horn
Bobbie Eli
Guitar
Don Murray
Guitar
Tony Bell
Guitar
Walter Pfeil
Harp
Tom Kennery
Pedal Steel Guitar
Don Renaldo & His Swingin' Strings
Strings
Bob Moore
Trombone
Ed Cascarella
Trombone
Freddie Joiner
Trombone
Richard Genovese
Trombone
Bobby Hartzell
Trumpet
Rocco Bene
Trumpet
Billy Henderson
Tenor
Bobby Smith
Tenor
Henry Fambrough
Baritone
Pervis Jackson
Bass
Philippe Wynne
Tenor
Andrew Smith
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Hawes
Songwriter
Charles Simmons
Songwriter
Joseph B. Jefferson
Songwriter
Thomas Bell
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Bell
Producer
Don Murray
Mixing Engineer
Tom Dwyer
Mastering Engineer
Jim Gallagher
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Well it's been a long day but I don't like to moan
It's the middle of summer and I'm chilled to the bone
There's holes in my shoes where the rain comes in
I'm sitting on top of the world
Walking in the shadows of empty office blocks
I was talking to a stranger and he's on the rocks
Down on the pavement living in a box
I'm sitting on top of the world
Oh no can't anybody see
It's been a bad day and I want a little peace
Oh no won't you please help me
I want to lie down but there's no beds free
Down on the corner there's starry eyed preachers
Rattling cans and pimping Jesus
There's madmen on boxes makig speeches
I'm sitting on top of the world
You can't sit in the sunshine or go out after dark
There's dogs on the loose acting like sharks
There's psychos on the streets burning winos in the park
I'm sitting on top of the world
Oh no I wish I was gone
I want to get going before too long
Oh no I want to leave town
But I can't drive my car 'cause they put it in the pound
The masters of industry are killing for oil
There's poison in the air the water and the soil
We're all turning mutant they're counting up their spoils
I'm sitting on top of the world
I turn on the TV and it makes me want to cry
There's killing and there's torture there's destruction and there's lies
And our leaders talk rubbish and more people die
I'm sitting on top of the world
Oh no I can't take anymore
I'm shaking all over and my nerves are all raw
Oh no my head's a little sore
I want to get out but I can't find the door
Writer(s): Bruce Hawes, Joseph Banks Jefferson, Charles Simmons
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