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