I am the eagle
I am the astraunaut
I am the dot
Man high
Man high
December 1955
Was long before the age of jive
You put yourself inside the bomb
And gave yourself up to the sky
Man high
Man high
1600 pounds
100,000 feet
32 hours, waiting to die
In the stratosphere
Cosmic rays, mistaken ways
You'll fall from the sky
I hope you don't die
Man high
Man high
I am the eagle
I am the astraunaut
I am the dot
A little miss went out to pick some daisies
She stepped in the grass up to her ankles deep
She went to the coop to let out a poor little chicky
She turned around and stepped on a turkey's foot