Hey little boy with the bowties to spare

Perched on the rooftop, the wind in your hair

We tell you jump and you do it on cue

You fly alone but you know we love you

Flying, jumped he did not fall he's smiling

laughing at it all he is

Flying, tripped he did not fall

he is smiling

laughing at it all

Don't call him midget and say he's a dream

He doesn't listen, his concience is clean

ask him a question, for he wrote the map

This time you saw him he sat in your lap



He's flying now, he'll show you how high



He always asked, 'Oh, do clowns die, Daddy?'

Usually they die mysteriously

Nannies and barbers all cried at his death

It really wasn't his christening dress



Flying, jumped he did not fall,

smiling laughing at it all he is

flying tripped he did not fall, he is smiling

laughing at it all