Song Description
Childhood revisited.
| Song Length |
3:14 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Exultant |
| |
Lyrics
With my cocked popgun no German could escape this Army man
Towel and safety-pin for a cap I was Superman
Hands over eyes I was invisible
Can of spinach and PF Flyers
I was invincible
Invincible
Now all precautions and phobias
Overcompensations and hypochondrias
But I was invincible
I was invincible
I could make a motorcycle from clothespins and playing cards
I was king of the world, king of the hill, king of my front yard
I was invincible
I was a legend in my own mind
I was a hero of every kind you could find
I was invincible
What's wrong I'd like to know with bein' a little full of it?
What's wrong I'd like to kinow with puttin' a little cock-and-bull in it?
If it means you're invincible?
I was invincible
Tell you a secret sometimes I'd to begin again
Tell you a secret sometimes I'd to throw a little caution to the wind
And be invincible wanna be invincible
I was invincible