Ten Feet Tall - Pilot

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

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 was a fireman’s pal

'Cause I got to get hell

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