In a little town, in a little street
In a little house with a family
Lives a little boy in his little room
With a little dream, oh so quietly...
In his little dream there's a little boy
In a little town that's just like his
With a little street, and a little house
It's a little strange, but the boy was me!
Yeah, yeah that boy was me, yeah!

 [bad word] 
life as simple as A.B.
And all was easy and clear to me
heart still pure and wild and free
I miss the boy I once used to be!
Yeah hey!

In a little town, in a little street
In a little house with a family
Lives a little boy in his little room
With a little song, oh so heavenly

In this little song, there's a little boy
In a little town that's just like this
With a little street and a little house
It's a little strange, but the boy was me!
Yeah, yeah

 [bad word] 
life as simple as A.B.
And all was easy and clear to me
heart still pure and wild and free
I miss the boy I once used to be!
Yeah hey!

It's not a house that's built on sand
His dream is [bad word] grand
But sad to understand
He's just a boy in a dreamy land
Oh, oh, oh, oh