A picket fence, I leaped it
   Through your screen door, I gotta meet you
  
   High C up and High C down
   Since you left the opera you just frown a lot and mumble, "I'm humble."
  
   Press clippings hang from torn wallpaper
   A dust covered phone, no one would ring her
   High C up and High C down
   Since you left the opera you just frown a lot and you tell me
  
   Tell me of the times when you were so big in Vienna
   And the people paid good money just to hear
   you in your splendor
   But that's all over now
   That's all over now
  
   Limited tastes, I wish I could help you
   A rock-headed lad, I have got to help you
   High C up and High C down
   Since you left the opera you just frown a lot and mumble, "I'm humble."
  
   Come on home with me and will sing our little hearts out
   We will hit High C or maybe somewhere thereabouts
   Somewhere thereabouts