I'm flying, I'm flying
I'm flying like a bird
You might think I'm falling
Which is plainly absurd
Your mind is playing a trick on you
You may be upside down
I'm flying and that's a fact
No matter how hard you frown
It's just a technical matter
That it didn't go as horizontal
The vectors messed up
The wind very confrontal
Or it could've been the feathers
Or the torn suture
Once I recover from the wounds
I'll investigate the fracture
It's a pity no one loves a flying man
Next time I'll try the spider string
I'll tell you the next venue
Now get a stretcher with a spring
