[Verse 1] Mr. Skiffington, the Iron Man Started out in a little shop town Fixing roofs with a wrench in his hand After hours, he’d practice on a circus line By the time he was grown, he knew the plan Walks the high wire, a master plan With nerves of steel and a steady hand He tours the country, land to land [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] They call him the Iron Man for the way he holds his nerve No shaking on the ladder, no flinch when the crowd starts to stir He bends, he balances, never once lets go Bolt-tight, foot-light, head up where the cold winds blow You can hear the wire hum when he steps out in the rain Mr. Skiffington, the Iron Man, he takes the strain [Instrumental Break]
