Planes - Elton John

One, two, three, four

Ooh, ooh, ooh

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 say

There’s a capital G in the name of the game?

And the runway’s a home for my silver red plane

And oh 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?

Ooh, ooh, ooh

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

And oh Jessie, won’t you look at the planes?

Tell me, oh Jessie, is it true what they say

There’s a capital G in the name of the game?

And the runway’s a home for my silver red plane

And oh 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?

And oh won’t you look at the planes?

They’re riding down the skyway

Jessie, ain’t those wings just fine?

And don’t it make you want to fly, oh, someday?

Ooh, ooh, ooh