Light the fuse and stand right back
  
  He cried
  This is my last goodbye."
  
  Point me at the sky and tell it fly
  Point me at the sky and tell it fly
  Point me at the sky and tell it fly
  
  And if you survive till two thousand and five
  I hope you're exceedingly thin
  For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
  While the people around you breathe in
  
  People pressing on might say
  It's something that I hate to say
  I'm slipping down to eat the ground
  A little refuge on my brain
  
  Point me at the sky and tell it fly
  Point me at the sky and tell it fly
  Point me at the sky and tell it fly
  
  And all we've got to say to you is goodbye
  It's time to go, better run and get your bags, it's goodbye
  Nobody cry, it's goodbye
  Crash, crash, crash, crash, goodbye......