OK OK, so yes, I too will fly.

OK OK, so yes, I too will fly.

OK OK, so yes, I too will fly,

when the days of days their ways have done.

But why, oh why do famous people die?

Actors who upon the stage of life do ply

all the ways where life’s love is oft forlorn.

OK OK, so yes, I too will fly.

Poets who with their words do try

to find the lines where abide emotions won.

But why, oh why do famous people die?

Scientists who’s thinking is oft blue sky

who held out hope in the complexity we shun.

OK OK, so yes, I too will fly.

Doctors cure when life’s bloods runs dry,

allowing mine and your times to run.

But why, oh why do famous people die?

Greying rockstars who the past to future tie,

living my past in their wicked wrinkled fun.

OK OK, so yes, I too will fly,

but why, oh why do famous people die?