Michelangelino was only seventeen
A gunning little cricket player, he was the best on his team
But somewhere in his heart there was an emptiness
He longed to dance the ballet with the beau montez
But as these thoughts lingered, he began to grow sad
Was this the life he wanted or was he pressured by his dad
Oh, Michelangelino, how far you will go
How far you will go
Oh, next thing you know, he's on a train to Syracuse
He's got a letter in his pocket, it's an offer he can't refuse
And his family's right behind him, except for one recluse
His dad still thought his work was of no use
Oh, Michelangelino, how far you will go
How far will you go
How far you will go
And after months of hard work, that boy had given it his all
He was off and ready for his debut at the ball
He'd learn all the tricks, all the moves, he was standing tall
But at the back of his mind he wished his dad would call
Oh, Michelangelino, how far will you go
How far you will go
How far you will go
Moments before the show, he took a breath and closed his eyes
As they opened, he stood there standing stunned with surprise
His father was right behind him, wearing formal black tie
Put his hands on his shoulders, trying not to cry
And he said, Michelangelino, how far will you go
How far you will go
How far you will go
How far you will go
How far you will go
And he danced and he swayed and we twirled into a pirouette
And the crowd witnessed fine art they'll never forget
Little Michael, he danced with a rhythm and no regrets
And forever he will keep on dancing on
And on and on
He'll keep on dancing on and on and on
He'll keep on dancing on and on and on
He'll keep on dancing on and on and on
He'll keep on dancing on and on and on
He'll keep on dancing on and on and on
Woohoo
Michaelangelino
How far will you go
How far will you go, woohoo
Michaelangelino
How far you will go
How far will you go
Michaelangelino, woohoo
Come on
Come on
Come on