Rambling On

Procol Harum

Our local picture house was showing a Batman movie
You see this guy fly up in the sky
Thought to myself why shouldn't I?
Bought a pair of wings, went up on the wall
Was about to jump into the air
When a man from the street called
He said, "Hey wait a minute, don't you realise the danger,
What do you think you are, some kind of angel?"

I considered for a minute
I thought he only speaks the truth
For the barbells on my eyelids
Only emphasize my youth
And the sawdust in my plimsols
Means the same to him as me
But that's neither here nor further
So I spoke considerately

If you understand just what I'm trying to say
Whatever you do, don't give the game away.

By now a crowd had gathered
And it seemed that all was lost
In the anger of the moment
I had diced with death and lost
It seemed to me the time was ripe
So I burst into song

In the anger of the moment
The crowd began to sing along
I could not see a way out of this predicament
Just then a breeze comes through the trees
And up in the air I went

Here I go!

I must have flown a mile
Or maybe it was eight
Thought to myself pretty soon
I'd hit the Golden Gates
Just then a passing bird
For no reason I could see
Took a peck at my wings
And that was the end of me
Well I went down, hit the ground
Faster than the speed of sound
Luckily I broke no bones
Only tore my underclothes

That's the way it was
I'm rambling on, and on, and on...