Little guy, he was the apple of his mother's eye.
A blondie-haired ray of sweet sunlight.
Shining and smiling and tumbling
Into unsuspecting hearts.
Little guy, when he wore the suit, well, you'd swear he could fly,
A flash of red and blue across the sky.
Loving and living and laughing
Like tomorrow'd never come.
He was faster than the speed of sound,
Scaled mountains in a single bound,
More powerful than a steaming locomotive.
Is that a bird? Is that a plane?
No, it's the little guy wearing the suit again.
But it makes him faster than the speed of sound.
Little guy, he always sucked the marrow dry.
Four foot six and larger than life,
Urging them on to join him
As he soared above the clouds.
Little guy, he had the spark that set dreams alight,
Gentle and tender yet full of fight.
Faithfully joining his father with their
Shoulder to the wheel.
He was faster than the speed of sound,
Scaled mountains in a single bound,
More powerful than a steaming locomotive.
Is that a bird? Is that a plane?
No, it's the little guy wearing the suit again.
But it makes him faster than the speed of sound.
Little guy, beware for common sense will tell
No super suit can make a man impregnable.
A little pride, a little lack of principle
Can sap the strength you thought made you invincible.
Little guy, truth is, the suit never made you fly.
It was something else burning deep inside
Kicking and screaming to burst out and to
Throw you towards the light.
And it's faster than the speed of sound,
Scales mountains in a single bound,
More powerful than a steaming locomotive.
Is that a bird? Is that a plane?
No, it's the little guy taking a leap of faith.
It'll take him faster than the speed of sound.
It'll take you faster than the speed of sound.