Lyrics:

Mr. George Banks:
With tuppence for paper and strings
You can have your own set of wings
With your feet on the ground you're a bird in flight
With your fist holding tight to the string of your kite

Oh, oh, oh
Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height!
Oh, let's go fly a kite

Bert:
When you send it flyin' up there
All at once you're lighter than air
You can dance on the breeze over 'ouses and trees
With your fist 'olding tight to the string of your kite

Londoners:
Oh, oh, oh
Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height!
Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite