I know what is to be broke and then be bold
Tell you that my silver is gold
Though I'm much too old for make believe
And I know what it's like to be hold and not be held
Funny how a stomach can fail
Seems that it's not cause it's swoll and swollen
You-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo got me
Shootin' 'cross the sky like a star
But nobody told me to never let it get too far
See my silhouette, so you're standing scared of me
Mmm hmm
Can I tell you a secret?
My wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, oh
My wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastiiiiic, plastic
My wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, oh
My wings are made ooooof
And so am I