| Well he’s eight years old he’s got a flour sack cape tied all around his neck
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| He’s climbing up on top the garage figurin' what the heck
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| He screws his courage up so darn tight, that the whole thing come unwound
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| He got a runnin' start and bless his heart, he headed for the ground
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| 'Cause he’s one of those who knows his life
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| Is just a leap of faith
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| Gotta' spread your arms and hold your breath
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| And always trust your cape
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| Well he’s all grown up, he’s got a flour sack cape, tied all around his dream
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| He’s full of piss and vinegar, ah, he’s bustin' at the seams
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| He licks his finger and checks the wind, it’s gonna be do or die
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| He wasn’t scared of nothin', boys, he was pretty sure he could fly
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| Now he’s old and grey with a flour sack cape, tied all around his head
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| And he’s still jumpin' off the garage and will be til he’s dead
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| All these years the people said the fool was actin' like a kid
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| And since he didn’t know he couldn’t fly, well of course he did |