Oh Jessie I´d like to be One of those men upon the screen
With an elegant lady and a cafe in Paris Serving Pernot and Kalua with cream
You can see it I know All the doors have been closed in my face And the drinks at the Casbah Run a mile or more from this place
And oh Jessie won´t you look at the planes Tell me, oh Jessie, is it true what they That there´s a capital G in the name of the game And the runway´s a home for my silver-red plane
And won´t you look at the planes Riding down the skyway Jessie ain´t those wings just fine Don´t it make you want to fly someday
Why friend am I so still Tied to my job with time to kill Do I still bear the traces of old Don Quixote Tilting giants on imaginary hills