Hey Do You Feel Good

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