It's when you forget how to fly that the **** hits the fan.
but to fly you need wings.
when
the unicorn sings and
the buffalo brings in
fresh milk
and the silk in the wind
flutters under and
out through
the trees,
these
are the flights that will
soar in your eyes.
I am glad that I saw
men walk on the Moon,
but
now some want to say
that it never happened or
Elvis lives in Tooting
booting up a bag or two
with Fu Man and who
believes that?
when the air's so thin and
you can't fit in or the
wings won't fit the sky
you've got to try
try
try
oh
that's almost a mantra
a cockney
Eddie Cantor
ask Dickens,
or Darwin
evolution's
a shoo in
and we're busy
gluing the wings
to our backs.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
It's when you forget how to fly that the **** hits the fan.
but to fly you need wings.
when
the unicorn sings and
the buffalo brings in
fresh milk
and the silk in the wind
flutters under and
out through
the trees,
these
are the flights that will
soar in your eyes.
I am glad that I saw
men walk on the Moon,
but
now some want to say
that it never happened or
Elvis lives in Tooting
booting up a bag or two
with Fu Man and who
believes that?
when the air's so thin and
you can't fit in or the
wings won't fit the sky
you've got to try
try
try
oh
that's almost a mantra
a cockney
Eddie Cantor
ask Dickens,
or Darwin
evolution's
a shoo in
and we're busy
gluing the wings
to our backs.
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