Oh Jessie Id 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 wont you look at the planes
Tell me, oh Jessie, is it true what they
That theres a capital G in the name of the game
And the runways a home for my silver-red plane
And wont you look at the planes
Riding down the skyway
Jessie aint those wings just fine
Dont 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