Nowhere to Go But Up - Angela Lansbury, Ben Whishaw, Pixie Davies

Life’s a balloon

That tumbles or rises

Depending on what is inside

Fill it with hope

And playful surprises

And oh, dearie ducks

Then you’re in for a ride

Look inside the balloon

And if you hear a tune

There’s nowhere to go but up

Choose the secret we know

Before life makes us grow

There’s nowhere to go but up

If your selection feels right

Well then deary, hold tight

If you see your reflection

Your heart will take flight

If you pick the right string

Then your heart will take wing

And there’s nowhere to go but up!

Now I feel like that boy

With a shiny new toy

And there’s nowhere to go but up

Michael!

Just one day at the fair

Has me waltzing on air

And there’s nowhere to go but up

Jane, I remember.

It’s all true, every impossible thing we imagined with Mary

Poppins -- it all happened!

Now my heart is so light

That I think I just might

Start feeding the birds

And then go fly a kite

With your head in a cloud

Only laughter’s allowed

And there’s nowhere to go but up

We’re zigging and zagging

Our feet never dragging

We might take a ride to the moon

All this bobbing and weaving

All comes from believing

The magic inside the balloon

The past is the past

It lives on as history

And that’s an important thing

The future comes fast

Each second a mystery

For nobody knows what

Tomorrow may bring

This one looks like you

How do you know?

Ah!

Don’t you lose her, son!

I won’t, sir!

Up here in the blue

It’s a marvelous view

Side by side is the best way to fly

Once I just looked above

But now I am part of

The lovely London sky

Would you like to try one yourself, sir?

Uh, I’ll give it a go

Choose carefully.

Well, nowhere to go but up

When the clouds make a muss

Well, I won’t make a fuss

But I’ll polish the stars

Ellen, better let us

Give a lift to a foe

For you’ll reap what you sow

And there’s nowhere to go but up

I’ve set sail!

Chart a course, Mr. Binnacle!

That I will, sir!

Hahaha!

If your day’s up the spout

Well there isn’t a doubt

There’s nowhere to go but up

And if you don’t believe

Just hang on to my sleeve

For there’s nowhere to go but up

As you fly over town

It gets harder to frown

And we’ll all hit the heights

If we never look down

Let the past take a bow

The forever is now

And there’s nowhere to go but up, up

There’s nowhere to go but up

Of course the grownups will all forget by tomorrow

They always do

Only one balloon left, Mary Poppins.

I think it must be yours

Yes, I suppose it must.

Practically perfect in every way