Up, up, and away.
Ball Point Man's come to save the day.
Up, up, and away.
Ball Point Man's come to save the day.
Up, up, and away.
Ball Point Man's come to save the day.
Up, up, and away.
Ball Point Man's come to save the day.
I've got sass and savvy,
pack flash by the paragraph
I'm more novel than War and Peace
I fight beasts
up to the teeth on the daily
My pen is my sword and my sword never fails me.
I remember back in the days of my youth
When I used to run around
on the block with a few friends
Nickers
and Kickers
and stickers on our Big Wheels,
Mindtricks
and Kung Fu grips
was the big deal.
At nighttime we'd fight crime
Defending civilians
mounting extra sensory offenses
against the villians
by the millions
cause we instilled fear,
Jimmy quit,
Joey got married,
but I'm still here
Up, up, and away.
Ball Point Man's come to save the day.
Up, up, and away.
Ball Point Man's come to save the day.
I've got my head in the clouds but I'm grounded.
The superhero's stuck to the pavement and I'm pounded.
Astounded by the sound of unfounded speculation
by authorities around to confound the population.
Now look whose well
I propose top break the shell.
The coffee shop carves lights into the spill
these visions of cathedrals from a shopping mall,
and philosophy from a bathroom wall.
So what can I expect without hesitation,
to my devastation
my notebook is my battlefield I run tons of slums
and I can leap a metaphor in a single bound
Up, up, and away.
Ball Point Man's come to save the day.
