When i was a boy i could fly
I mean i really, really, really could fly
I'd stand on the stairs
And down and down i'd go
Up above every step
And suddenly these memories are my thoghts
As the oxford street i walk
Rages on
And i push my way deep in to the crowds
Like a bullet into a cloud
And the pinstriped angels cry
Like trumpets in the sky

Hey do you feel good?
Do you feel fine most of the time?
Hey do you want more?
Well jump in your coat
And walk through that door
That door

When i was a boy i could fly
I mean i really, really, really could fly
I'd stand on the stairs
And down and down i'd go
Up above every step
And suddenly these memories are my thoghts
As the oxford street i walk
Raging along
Was it a dream?
Was it a scene from a play
Sent down by a cathode ray?