When I was a boy I could fly I mean I really, really, really could fly I'd stand on the stairs And down and down I'd go Up above every step And suddenly these memories are my thoughts As the Oxford Street I walk Rages on And I push my way deep into the crowds Like a bullet into a cloud And the pinstriped angels cry Like trumpets in the sky: Hey do you feel good? Do you feel fine most of the time? Hey do you want more? Well jump in your coat And walk through that door That door When I was a boy I could fly I mean I really, really, really could fly I'd stand on the stairs And down and down I'd go Up above every step And suddenly these memories are my thoughts As on Oxford Street I walk Raging along Was it a dream? Was it a scene in a play Sent down by a cathode ray? And the pinstriped angels cry Like trumpets in the sky: Hey do you feel good? Do you feel fine most of the time? Hey do you want more? Well jump in your shades And walk through that door That door Hey do you feel good? Do you feel fine most of the time? Hey do you want more? Well smash up your phone And walk through my door I said Hey do you feel good? Do you feel fine most of the time? Most of the time Most of the time