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*

I wish I could get out of my head
To forget the things I said

Repeat*