HOW’S THIS GUY EVEN SUPPOSED TO FLY

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Tilly said, “It’ll fly!” — which was already a lie,  
’Cause even birds looked confused when he walked by.  
He’s smolderin’, sizzling, smokin’ up the sky,  
And everyone’s askin’, “How’s this guy even supposed to fly?”

**Hook**  
How’s this guy even supposed to make it in the sky?  
He’s burnin’ up, turnin’ up, lookin’ like he’s gonna fry.  
Balloons, wings, propellers — none of this should work,  
But he’s airborne anyway like a flaming little quirk.

**Verse 2**  
Oswald wasn’t always a walking bonfire,  
He just heated his potions a *little* too dire.  
Boom — now he’s glowing like a lantern at night,  
Smells like sulfur, burnt hair, and “this ain’t right.”

The sheriff said, “You can heal, right?”  
“No, I’m literally on fire.”  
“Close enough.”  
And that’s how he got hired.

Now he’s strapped to a craft that defies every law,  
Even gravity looked at him and said, “Nah.”

**Bridge**  
Captain Maud saw him lift off and said,  
“You’re on fire.”  
“And you’re soaking wet.”  
“Fair.”  
Then he spun like a torch in a hurricane,  
Screaming, “TILLY, WHY IS IT MAKING THAT SOUND AGAIN?”

**Final Verse**  
So when battle comes and he rockets to the sky,  
A burning dwarf blur with a terrified cry,  
Just know he’s not flying — he’s *surviving the attempt*,  
Held aloft by chaos, luck, and questionable intent.

If he finally burns out, he’ll call it a win,  
But until that day comes, he’s takin’ to the wind.  
A miracle? A hazard? A midair goodbye?  
Nobody knows — how’s this guy even supposed to fly?

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**Verse 1** He’s a dwarf on fire with a questionable plan, Got balloons on his back like a carnival stand. Canvas wings flappin’ like they’re tryin’ to escape, And a propeller on top held together with tape. Tilly said, “It’ll fly!” — which was already a lie, ’Cause even birds looked confused when he walked by. He’s smolderin’, sizzling, smokin’ up the sky, And everyone’s askin’, “How’s this guy even supposed to fly?” **Hook** How’s this guy even supposed to make it in the sky? He’s burnin’ up, turnin’ up, lookin’ like he’s gonna fry. Balloons, wings, propellers — none of this should work, But he’s airborne anyway like a flaming little quirk. **Verse 2** Oswald wasn’t always a walking bonfire, He just heated his potions a *little* too dire. Boom — now he’s glowing like a lantern at night, Smells like sulfur, burnt hair, and “this ain’t right.” The sheriff said, “You can heal, right?” “No, I’m literally on fire.” “Close enough.” And that’s how he got hired. Now he’s strapped to a craft that defies every law, Even gravity looked at him and said, “Nah.” **Hook** How’s this guy even supposed to make it in the sky? He’s burnin’ up, turnin’ up, lookin’ like he’s gonna fry. Balloons, wings, propellers — none of this should work, But he’s airborne anyway like a flaming little quirk. **Bridge** Captain Maud saw him lift off and said, “You’re on fire.” “And you’re soaking wet.” “Fair.” Then he spun like a torch in a hurricane, Screaming, “TILLY, WHY IS IT MAKING THAT SOUND AGAIN?” **Final Verse** So when battle comes and he rockets to the sky, A burning dwarf blur with a terrified cry, Just know he’s not flying — he’s *surviving the attempt*, Held aloft by chaos, luck, and questionable intent. If he finally burns out, he’ll call it a win, But until that day comes, he’s takin’ to the wind. A miracle? A hazard? A midair goodbye? Nobody knows — how’s this guy even supposed to fly?

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