I was a highwayman

Along the coach roads I did ride

With sword and pistol by my side

And many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade

And many a soldier shed his life blood on my blade

They finally hung me in the spring of '25

But I am still alive

I was a sailor

And I was born upon the tide

And with the sea I did abide

I sailed a schooner 'round the horn to Mexico

I went aloft to furl the mainsail in a blow

And when the yards broke off, they said that I got killed

But I am living still

I was a dam builder

Across the river deep and wide

Where steel and water did collide

A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado

I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below

They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound

But I am still around

It all goes round and round, and round, and round, and round, and round, and round, and round, and round

Bah, bum-dudum duduh-doh

I'll fly a starship

Across the universe divide

And when I reach the other side

I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can

Perhaps I may become a highwayman again

Or I may simply be a single drop of rain

But I will still remain

I'll be back again

Bup-buh bup-bup bah, bum-duhduh duhduh-doh

Bup-buh bup-bup bah, bum-duhduh duhduh-doh