Red shiny suit,
lightening stripes,
knee high boots
He always looks dashing under the lights
You couldn’t tell
but he’s sad tonight,
Like a bat out of hell
he’s a Human Cannonball and he’ll still take flight
But he’ll be thinking...

This helmet’s OK for today, but when she breaks me

All the moustache wax in the world wont save me.

And I wont be leading the way, so where she takes me
All the moustache wax in the world wont save me,
wont save me.
Alone in his tube, arms by his side, too late to move

He thinks of his girl and the rising tide
No way out, one way to go,
 she’s gonna hurt

And all he can do is brace for the blow
And he’ll be thinking...

This helmet’s OK for today, but when she breaks me

All the moustache wax in the world wont save me.

And I wont be leading the way, so where she takes me
All the moustache wax in the world wont save me,
wont save me.
He’s all set, knows where he’ll land, heads for the net
At least some things go according to plan.