One of my friends went flying by
He at first didn’t see me there
He said that flying got him high
I at first said I didn’t care
I can wait ’til my time comes around
With my feet on the ground
When I get my plane
Porsches and Jaguars are a bore
I don’t think trains are here to stay
I don’t like taxis anymore
I don’t think buses are the way
And as Wilbur and Orvill have said,
«I think cycling’s dead.
When I get my plane