When I was a boy I could fly
I mean I really, really, really could fly
I'd stand on the stairs
And down and down I'd go
Up above every step
And suddenly these memories are my thoughts
As the Oxford Street I walk
Rages on
And I push my way deep into the crowds
Like a bullet into a cloud
And the pinstriped angels cry
Like trumpets in the sky :
"Hey do you feel good ?
Do you feel fine most of the time ?
Do you want more ?
Well jump in your coat
And walk through that door"
That door
When I was a boy I could fly
I mean I really, really, really could fly
I'd stand on the stairs
And down and down I'd go
Up above every s t e p
And suddenly these memories are my thoughts
As on Oxford Street I walk
Raging along
Was it a dream ?
Was it a scene from a play
Sent down by a cathode ray ?
And the pinstriped angels cry
Like trumpets in the sky
"Hey do you feel good ?
Do you feel fine most of the time ?
Do you want more ?
Well jump in your shades
And walk through that door"
T h a t d o o r
"Hey do you feel good ?
Do you feel fine most of the time ?
Do you want more ?
Well smash up your phone
And walk through my door
I said
Hey do you fell good ?
Do you fell fine most of the time ?
Most of the time
Most of the time