I'm flying On my Roman commander Cutting air cuts my face And whose skin is this? And whose neighbourhood? ♪ Where's my ma? Where are my sisters? Where's my pa? Where's my baby? I'm flying On my Roman commander Just like that night when we snuck out And lay by the creek so sweet for hours For hours in poison ivy Now I've got that itch I've got it back And it, and it feels It feels so good to burn it In scalding water Or with reckless cycling I'm flying I'm flying ♪ To see you