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 say That there's a capital in the name of the game And the runway's a home for my silver-red plane And oh, 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 And oh, Jessie won't you look at the planes Tell me, oh Jessie, is it true what they say That there's a capital in the name of the game And the runway's a home for my silver-red plane And oh, 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
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