I see a man all alone in the air   I think that man needs a comb for his hair   He fell from the sky on a cold afternoon   Crashed into earth on a dark afternoon      I just haven't felt the same   But then I'm very sentimental      He's not a bird   He's not a plane   This is a man   Poor flying man      I see a man all alone in the air   Nobody asked what he has to declare   'Coz he froze coming down   All the way to the ground   He froze coming down   With that look on his face      I just haven't felt the same   But then you know I'm sentimental      He's not a bird   He's not a plane   This is a man   Poor flying man      He's not a bird   What have you heard?   This is a flying man   This is a man who flies      If I had a moment to live   I'd wish I could fly   I'd go to a place that was ever so high   I'd step from a plane into the sky   A second to live, I wish I could ...      He's not a bird   What have you heard   This is a flying man   This is a man who flys   This is a flying man   This is a flying mad mad mad man