Listen to my story Got two tales to tell One of fallen glory One of vanity The world's roof was raging But we were looking fine And we built that thing And it grew wings In 1959
Wisdom was a teapot Pouring from above Desolation angels Served it up with love Igniting strife every form of light The moved by bold design Slid in that thing And it grew wings In 1959
China was the tempest And madness overflowed The lama was a young man And he watched his world in flames Taking glory down by the edge of clouds It was a crying shame Another lost horizon Tibet the fallen star Wisdom and compassion Crushed the Land of Shangrila But in the land of the impala honey We were looking fine Cause we built that thing And it grew wings In 1959
Cause we built that thing And it grew wings In 1959
It was the best of times It was the worst of times In 1959