On the Beam (From " You Were Never Lovlier") - Fred Astaire

I’m dancing on air, haven’t a care

I’m on the beam

Time’s flying by

And I’m flying high

I’m walking on wings

And ev’rything’s peaches and cream

Blind flying’s all gone

I’m really on the beam

I’m like the B-19

Loaded with benzedrine

When I come on the scene

I bust a hole in the sky

One foot is in the groove

The other’s on the move

Which only goes to prove

I’m a remarkable guy

Big grin on my face

You can’t erase my self esteem

There’s no goin', come

I’m really on the beam

I’m like the B-19

Loaded with benzedrine

When I come on the scene

I bust a hole in the sky

One foot is in the groove

The other’s on the move

Which only goes to prove

I’m a remarkable guy

Big grin on my face

You can’t erase my self esteem

There’s no goin', come

I’m really on the beam