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