I could make a star shine
When I win a gold mine
Yes, I keep my hands inside the fire

I could be a go for
I could be a chauffeur
Yes, I keep my hands inside the fire

I wish I was ten feet tall
(Then I wouldn′t be made to crawl)
I wish I was a fireman's pal
(Cause I got to get hell)

They said that fame was just a game
Things were not so hot, the doctor came
(And time went by)

All about finding out
No one else was right still I was wrong
(Oh, write a little song)

[solo]

I could be a poor boy
I could sweep the floor boy
Yes, I keep my hands inside the fire

I wish I was ten feet tall
(Then I wouldn′t be made to crawl)
I wish I was a fireman's pal
(Cause I got to get hell)

I could fly a jumbo
Take to Colombo
Yes, I raise my sights a little higher

I could make a star shine
When I win a gold mine
Yes, I keep my hands inside the fire

I wish I was ten feet tall
(Then I wouldn′t be made to crawl)
I wish I was a fireman's pal
(Cause I got to get hell)

I wish I was ten feet tall
(Then I wouldn′t be made to crawl)
I wish I could get out of my head
To forget the things I said

I wish I was ten feet tall
(Then I wouldn′t be made to crawl)
I wish I was a fireman's pal
(Cause I got to get hell)