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.