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