Looking out of my window from my house in the sky,
Looking out of my window, see an airplane flying high,
I am almost in the clouds and I’m way above the trees.
Though it’s not a house with grass around,
My apartment’s home to me.

Oh, I love to push the buttons in my elevator-spaceship,
We’re going ‘bout as far as Mars, Mars, Mars,
Everybody hold on, everybody hold on,
Going higher, and higher, and higher,
My stomach is on the floor.
We jolt to a stop and now I’m home,
It’s the twenty-second floor.

Looking out of my window from my house in the sky,
I’m on top of the world; I can see for miles and miles.
What a great place to live, looking down on the trees.
Though it’s not a house with grass around,
My apartment’s home to me.

I love to climb the stairwell like a mountain climber,
I’ll lead a group to the very top.
Everybody hold on, everybody hold on,
Going higher, and higher and higher,
My legs won’t take any more.
We come to a stop and now I’m home,
It’s the twenty-second floor.

Looking out of my window from my house in the sky,
Looking out of my window, see an airplane flying high,
I am almost in the clouds and I’m way above the trees,
Though it’s not a house with grass around,
My apartment’s home to me.