Red shiny suitnLightening stripesnKnee high bootsnHe always looks dashing under the lightsnnYou couldn’t tellnBut he’s sad tonightnLike a bat out of hellnHe’s a Human Cannonball and he’ll still take flightnnBut he’ll be thinking...nnThis helmet’s OK for today, but when she breaks menAll the moustache wax in the world wont save menAnd I wont be leading the way, so where she takes menAll the moustache wax in the world wont save menWont save mennAlone in his tubenArms by his sidenToo late to movenHe thinks of his girl and the rising tidennNo way outnOne way to gonShe’s gonna hurtnAnd all he can do is brace for the blownnAnd he’ll be thinking...nnThis helmet’s OK for today, but when she breaks menAll the moustache wax in the world wont save menAnd I wont be leading the way, so where she takes menAll the moustache wax in the world wont save menWont save mennHe’s all setnKnows where he’ll landnnHeads for the netnAt least some things go according to plan