He had a way, a little way, a way with words
He wore a cape , a silver cape , and looked absurd
And in his moth, his tiger moth, bust and smashed
He never sunk, he never saw what was long since dashed
He kept on, he kept on, he kept on, and he kept on
He kept on, he kept on, he kept on, and he kept on
Oooohh - he wanted the heights he wanted the view
Oooohh - he wanted the lights he wanted the loot
Oooohh - he wanted to fly and he flew
Why cant I , why cant you
And then a maze, a crazy maze, that slowed him down
And then a dame, a crazy dame, that spun him round and round
And then a hand, a broken hand, cold and pale
And then a heart, a broken heart, old and stale
But he kept on, he kept on, he kept on, and he kept on
He kept on, he kept on, he kept on, and he kept on.