I was flying highnEveryone knew that InWas at the topnnBut I came crashing downnAnd everyone aroundnKnew how far I fellnnGimme, gimme, gimme what I wantnGimme, gimme, gimme what you gotnGimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that good stuffnnLove. The words thrown round a lotnAbout your new shoes or about your potnBut I knew that this was purennSwell, I feel it in the airnThe sun shines, bright without a carenAnd I knew this for surennGimme, gimme, gimme what I wantnGimme, gimme, gimme what you gotnGimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that good stuffnnWell, it all went awaynBack to the golden statenAnd I knew that it was gonennFell, well it all went down belownIt was gone so I thought I'd let it gonBut I know it won't be longnnTill you gotta gimme, gimme, gimme what I wantnGimme, gimme, gimme what you gotnYeah, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that good stuffnn