Planes lyrics

Oh Jessie, I'd like to be

One of those men upon the screen

With an elegant lady and a café 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 ya look at the planes?

Tell me, oh Jessie, is it true what they say

That there's a capital G in the name of the game

And the runway's a home for my silver-grey planes?

And won't you look at the planes

Riding down the skyway?

Jessie, ain't those wings just fine

Don't it make you wanna 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 ya look at the planes?

Tell me, oh Jessie, is it true what they say

That there's a capital G in the name of the game

And the runway's a home for my silver-grey planes?

And won't you look at the planes

Riding down the skyway?

Jessie, ain't those wings just fine

Don't it make you wanna fly someday?

And won't you look at the planes?

They're riding down the skyway

Jessie, ain't those wings just fine

And don't it make you wanna fly someday?