He had a way, a little way, a way with words 

He wore a cape, a silver cape , and looked absurd 

And in his moth, his tiger moth, bust and smashed

He never sunk, he never saw what was long since dashed

He kept on, he kept on, he kept on, and he kept on

He kept on, he kept on, he kept on, and he kept on

Oooohh - he wanted the heights he wanted the view

Oooohh - he wanted the lights he wanted the loot

Oooohh - he wanted to fly and he flew

Why cant I, why cant you

And then a maze, a crazy maze, that slowed him down

And then a dame, a crazy dame, that spun him round and round

And then a hand, a broken hand, cold and pale

And then a heart, a broken heart, old and stale

But he kept on, he kept on, he kept on, and he kept on

He kept on, he kept on, he kept on, and he kept on.

Oooohh - he wanted the heights he wanted the view

Oooohh - he wanted the lights he wanted the loot

Oooohh - he wanted to fly and he flew

Why cant I, why cant you