The short man dio

**“Six Inches of Thunder”**

*(Verse 1)*
You could rest your elbow on his head,
Lose him in a king-sized bed,
In a crowd he’d disappear from sight—
‘Til he opened up his mouth that night.

Tiny shadow, little black boots,
Cape dragging six extra routes,
If he stood on tiptoe, gave it a try—
He might’ve head-butted your thigh.

*(Pre-Chorus)*
He’s eye-level with your average bar,
But his voice could rattle every star—

*(Chorus)*
He’s so small, so very small,
Couldn’t ride the tallest rollercoaster at all,
Fun-sized fury, miniature might,
A travel edition of metal’s knight.
You could tuck him under your arm and go—
But you can’t contain that Dio glow.
He barely cast a shadow below…
But the man outgrew his own echo.

*(Verse 2)*
Mic stand set to “medium tall,”
Looks like a skyscraper after all,
Stage monitors twice his size,
Guitar bigger by comparison, guys.

If he crowd-surfed, you’d never know—
“Was that Ronnie?” “I think so?”
Blink once and he’s out of view,
Like a leather-clad leprechaun passing through.

*(Pre-Chorus)*
He’s compact, condensed, concentrated flame—
A sample size of heavy metal fame—

*(Chorus)*
He’s so small, absurdly small,
Like a rock god set to “pocket” in settings and all,
Half a yard of holy might,
A keychain king of the night.
You could measure him with a ruler at home—
But you’d need a mountain to match his tone.
Yeah he stood about “down below”…
But he sang like a ten-foot Dio.

*(Bridge)*
Shorter than the sword he’d hold,
Tinier than the myths they told,
If metal came in fun-size packs,
He’d be the one that melts the stacks.

*(Breakdown)*
Mini!
Micro!
Metal espresso shot!
Small enough to overlook—
But overlook him? Not.

*(Final Chorus)*
So small he’d vanish behind the drum,
Still the loudest voice to ever come
Roaring out of something so
Ridiculously, gloriously low.
Laugh at the inches, count them slow—
Five-foot-nothing of afterglow.
The smallest frame in the front row…
With the biggest voice we’ll ever know.

Hard rock , Aggressive, Male Vocals