Gather round children
And you will hear
The story of a man
Without any fear
He took on the demons
And gambled with Death
By sitting in a fishbowl
And holding his breath
 
David Blaine,
David Blaine,
David Blaine.

A warlock he may be
His magick inspires
Though he looks like he ought to be
Slashing your tires
His feats are astounding
With delicate plans
But why did he stay
In that box o'er the Thames

David Blaine,
David Blaine,
David Blaine.

After one week of steeping
In a pool of his pee
He submerged himself into
His own destiny
And upon his arrival
To the surface of fate
He let down all of us
Who'd hoped he'd suffocate

David Blaine,
David Blaine,
David Blaine.