End Title Suite by Marc Shaiman Lyrics

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!