Hey little boy with the bowties to spare   Perched on the rooftop, the wind in your hair   We tell you jump and you do it on cue   You fly alone but you know we love you   Flying, jumped he did not fall he's smiling   laughing at it all he is   Flying, tripped he did not fall   he is smiling   laughing at it all   Don't call him midget and say he's a dream   He doesn't listen, his concience is clean   ask him a question, for he wrote the map   This time you saw him he sat in your lap      He's flying now, he'll show you how high      He always asked, 'Oh, do clowns die, Daddy?'   Usually they die mysteriously   Nannies and barbers all cried at his death   It really wasn't his christening dress      Flying, jumped he did not fall,   smiling laughing at it all he is   flying tripped he did not fall, he is smiling   laughing at it all