And I cannot fly today,
And I've probably broken my engine.
They've tried to set chains on me,
But I've sent them all far away from me
My gasoline was diluted with water,
And my propeller was wound with|by adhesive tape,
And there's no smoke upon my pipe anymore,
And the flag on my tail looks like a propeller.
I'm an old airplane,
I'm a fat airplane,
I'm Jumbo
La Bamba.
I've already celebrated my 50 years,
Cops have taken away my flight license,
My crew has run away a year ago,
Oh, Mommy, how you were right.
And I'm standing like a lone dog,
Howling, crying at the Moon.
I want that somebody would take me
From the rags to the riches,
From winter to spring.
I'm an old airplane,
I'm a fat airplane,
I'm Jumbo
La Bamba.