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