"Good Luck Mr. Gorsky" lyrics

Rides his bike on a tarmac causeway
Makes him ten feet tall and drives him anywhere
Dreams of rockets and home-run heroes
Keep the brakes off on the big hills for a dare

Oh, when it's dark here
There's a voice that will always call you in
But you don't care
You still sleep without thinking

Best of luck, Mr. Gorsky
All the world's waiting for you
There's a clock on the wall
And it ticks when you're small counting for you
Best of luck, Mr. Gorsky
All the world's waiting for you
There's a plaque on the wall
That your wife won at school, cleans it for you

Making holes in the tall white fences
And a hundred curtains flicker as you pass
Think that man must be ninety-seven
Built a telescope, he focused on the stars

Models in boxes
Never look like the pictures on the front
But that's OK
They still fly on elastic

Best of luck, Mr. Gorsky
All the world's waiting for you
There's a clock on the wall
And it ticks when you're small counting for you
Best of luck, Mr. Gorsky
All the world's waiting for you
There's a plaque on the wall
That your wife won at school, cleans it for you

Good luck, Mr. Gorsky
All the world's waiting for you
Best of luck, Mr. Gorsky
All the world's waiting for you
Good luck, Mr. Gorsky
All the world's waiting for you
Good luck, Mr. Gorsky
All the world's waiting for you