Spread Your Wings

Words and music by John Deacon

This is called spread your wings

Sammy was low
Just watching the show
Over and over again
He knew it was time
He'd made up his mind
To leave his dead life behind
His boss said to him
"Boy you'd better begin,
To get those crazy notions right out of your head
Sammy who do you think that you are?
You should've been sweeping up the Emerald bar"

Spread your wings and fly away - sing it
Fly away, far away
Spread your little wings and fly away
Fly away, far away
Pull yourself together
'Cos you know you should do better
That's because you're a free man

He spends his evenings alone in his hotel room
Keeping his thoughts to himself, he'd be leaving soon
Wishing he was miles and miles and miles away
Nothing in this world, nothing could make him stay

Since he was small
He had no luck at all
Nothing came easy to him
Now it was time
He'd made up his mind
"This could be my last chance"
His boss said to him,
"Now listen boy!
You're always dreaming
You've got no real ambition, you won't get very far
Sammy who, who do you think you are?
You should've been sweeping up the Emerald bar?"

So honey

- Spread your wings (c'mon) and fly away - that's good
- Fly away
Far away
- Far away
Oh, spread your little wings and fly away, hey
- Fly away, far away
Oh pull yourself together
'Cos you know you know you know you know
You know you should do better
That's because you're a free man

So c'mon honey

You feeling alright?
Hey hey
Eh eh