( with moonshake )      Bowling along the street like an empty carton   Mouthing words to music no-one else can hear   Rolling in the gutter like a stolen hubcab   The force field means no-one will come near      I've got a right to fly   And you're wrong to bring me down   I've got my head in the clouds   And my feet on the ground   I've got a right to fly   And you're wrong to bring me down   I've got a right to fly      Try and engage some conversation   But people's teeth grind and hackles rise   And then they get that glazed look in their eyes   They press a tarnished coin into my greasy mitt   My clothes catch the rain, the sun, the sweat      I've got a right to fly   And you're wrong to bring me down   I've got my head in the clouds   And my feet on the ground   I've got a right to fly   And you're wrong to bring me down   I've got a right to fly      One last soldier behind a shield of offense   People attacking with curled lips and glances   Mind grows propellers and pilots   And retro-rockets taking off to where the alley wind dances      I've got a right to fly   And you're wrong to bring me down   I've got my head in the clouds   And my feet on the ground   I've got a right to fly   And you're wrong to bring me down   I've got a right to fly      You're wrong   You're so wrong