Harry don't fly - not like he used to All the games he used to play Are broken on the playground floor and useless Harry don't smile - not like he used to All the laughs have gone away They haunt the playboy bar where we used to go But harry kidnap's cool But harry kidnap's cool He wrote all the rules We'll get by like we used to When he used to run the show He will smile and look youthful Such a shame he had to go Say a prayer for the boxers For the builders to a man Sing a song for the dreamers For the fathers and sons He played his hand - just like he used to Just the same the king you played Is beaten by the ace of spades - he's ruthless Harry won't cry - when you are crying All the tales like peeling bells Will tell of nights when racehorses are flying home