Climb upon the roof and peek
Handsome cape around my neck
Running fast, your shoes come off
Nothing's left and nothing's lost
Walking down a blue lead fence
Wash your hands 'cause paint comes off
It feels good to be young
Little me will start a storm
A paper and a park
Little me will start a storm
A paper and a park
Throwing air and throwing rocks
Sharpened boards and filling ponds
An eight-year-old having fun
Let's organize the weaker ones
With enough wind, I can fly
Call them up and say goodbye
It feels good to be young
Little me will start a storm
A paper and a park
Little me will start a storm
A paper and a park
