I think I could fly,
But I’m riding a bike,
So I don’t know why.
I don’t do drugs,
So I’m not in a dream,
But why do I feel,
I can fly this machine.
Now here I go,
Way down a big hill,
Can I get airborne,
Well I’ve got the will.
How strange is this,
Trying to fly a bike,
In the middle of Melbourne,
A feeling I like.
You would all have to say,
This man’s gone too far,
But you need’nt worry,
It’s my new malvern star.