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 d**h 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