Letra de Going Downhill Fast

One butterfly Spies a glint in his eye, Birds sing as he cycles by. Oh! Why should he feel sad? This world's not so bad, and besides, Woe betide he who would frown When natural beauty abounds. And now with wheels spinning free He's picking up speed. Two butterflies Tie knots in his stomach, They love it when he goes too fast. Wind whistles past, Whilst oceans of air That will mess up his hair, Though he no longer cares any more For overindulgence and vanity, Vacuous vice! Just once or twice, Thrice, Four times in five we forget we're alive And neglect to remind ourselves. Three butterflies Realise when it's time to depart, They have tickled his ribs They have fluttered his heart, But the starting is easy compared to the stop And the bottom is hard when compared to the top. Oh la la la la la etc...