Lyrics:

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