Paton I could make a star shine When I win a gold mine Yes, I keep my hands inside the fire I could be a go for I could be a chauffeur Yes, I keep my hands inside the fire * I wish I was ten feet tall Then I wouldn't be made to crawl I wish I was a fireman's pal Cause I got to get hell They said that fame was just a game Things were not so hot, the doctor came And time went by All about finding out No one else was right still I was wrong Oh, write a little song I could be a poor boy I could sweep the floor boy Yes, I keep my hands inside the fire Repeat* I could fly a jumbo Take to Colombo Yes, I raise my sights a little higher I could make a star shine When I win a gold mine Yes, I keep my hands inside the fire Repeat*×2 I wish I could get out of my head To forget the things I said Repeat*