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)