Just look at him on the run.
Right up almost on the sun.
He's on a blue wing... got trouble in his eyes
He like to twist his own arm sometimes,,,
Come on back To us Son.
We got rooms built just your size
maybe its all this talkin 'bout
rockets made for kings to drive around
fold your cards and go
hot summer then another
slidin off the wall
crazy, crazy sound fillin up the hall
its that late bell ringin and
your back's all goin
its not the science
silly puppets
this old sofa
the cold, cold numbers
