I was thinking more along the lines of the young man from Madras or the old whore from Azores.
Couldn’t have been all that long if he had to bend over. 
I am reasonably sure that Davy Crockett didn’t kill a bear when he was 3y/o.
Just for fun, here is a really weird version of that song.
He didn’t, he killed a bar. But bars aren’t alive, so we’re back where we started.
I really doubt the events in this song. System of a Down: Bounce.
Though the continued survival of Keith Richards doesn’t rule out the possibility that actually this passage is a completely accurate first person account and was dictated word for word from Belzebub himself as part of the deal for immortality and rock stardom negotiated by Jagger/Richards.
Well, Tim curry definitely says bear, so I went with that, YMMV.
Don’t know if this is a whoosh, but “Macaroni” was Brit slang for a stylish dandy. The feather wasn’t being called Macaroni, the dude was, because he was wearing a fancy hat with a feather in it.
Yep. The song originally mocked the dumb colonials. Americans then used it to tease the British when we beat them.
The lyrics would have been “Stuck a feather in his cap and somebody called him Macaroni” if that were the case.
Maybe he’s saying that the hat is now macaroni
“I stuck a feather in my cap, so now I’m Macaroni.”
The lyrics I remember from an old 76 RPM record I used to play the song on was “he kilt him a bar when he was only three”. So he seems to have adorned an entire drinking establishment in a kilt, Christo-style. Pretty avant-garde art statement for his age and the time period.
A characteristic in English usage is calling an object of event by the name of a superlative item as a comparison/compliment. See Guy Fieri’s “That’s so money.” So the feather made the outfit and that’s “macaroni.” My friends and I in high school used a semi-crude slang term for breasts as our comparison term. Same deal.
The Carpenters did not summit Everest.
Maybe they were at Windows on the World. To most NYers, being on top of Manhattan is being on top of creation, and the only destination. 
OK, fine. Macaroni is a perfectly acceptable name for a feather. Not that hat, not the Yankee Doodle. The FEATHER. I never suspected calling a feather “Macaroni” was entirely normal.
Not that I’m buying it as something that actually happened (as opposed to a metaphor for being a around someone he really fancied but felt he couldn’t do anything about due to being married) but it seems totally plausible that you could fall into a ring of fire, ie a section of non-ignited ground surrounded by a ring of some flammable substance, especially if the ring wasn’t lit when he fell in.
Maybe he just sky-dived in Hawaii.
He went down, down, down as the flames grew higher, and it burned, burned, burned. Sounds pretty unpleasant to me.