(Wish I Could Fly Like) Superman

Album: Low Budget (1978)
Charted: 41
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  • Woke up this morning, started to sneeze
    I had a cigarette and a cup of tea
    I looked in the mirror what did I see
    A nine stone weakling with knobbly knees
    I did my knees bend press ups touch my toes
    I had another sneeze and I blew my nose
    I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest
    I had to put on my clothes because it made me depressed
    Surely there must be a way
    For me to change the shape I'm in
    Dissatisfied is what I am
    I want to be a better man

    Superman superman wish I could fly like superman
    Superman superman I want to be like superman
    I want to be like superman
    Superman superman wish I could fly like superman

    Woke up this morning, what did I see
    A big black cloud hanging over me
    I switched on the radio and nearly dropped dead
    The news was so bad that I fell out of bed
    There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike
    Got to be a superman to survive
    Gas bills, rent bills, tax bills, phone bills
    I'm such a wreck but I'm staying alive

    (Look in the paper, what do I see,
    Robbery, violence, insanity.)

    Hey girl we've got to get out of this place
    There's got to be something better than this
    I need you, but I hate to see you this way
    If I were superman then we'd fly away
    I'd really like to change the world
    And save it from the mess it's in
    I'm too weak, I'm so thin
    I'd like to fly but I can't even swim

    Superman superman I want to fly like superman
    Superman superman wish I could fly like superman
    Superman superman wish I could fly like superman
    Superman superman I want to be like superman
    Superman superman I want to fly like superman Writer/s: Raymond Douglas Davies
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Barry from Sauquoit, NyPer: http://www.legacy.com/ {01-23-2018}...
    LONDON (AP) — Former Kinks bassist Jim Rodford has died after a fall. He was 76...
    The Zombies, the group Rodford had played with since 1999, confirmed the death of the British musician on their Facebook page Saturday...
    Zombies co-founder Rod Argent says his cousin and longtime bandmate was a "magnificent bass player"...
    Rodford joined The Kinks in 1978, touring with the group and playing on its later albums. Ray Davies, The Kinks' co-founder, tweeted that Rodford was "an integral part of the Kinks later years"...
    Argent also highlighted Rodford's commitment to music in St Albans, north of London, where he lived his entire life...
    Argent says "Jim's life was dedicated to music. He was unfailingly committed to local music - an ever present member of the local scene in St. Albans"...
    May he R.I.P
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