Planes Testo

Oh Jessie I'd like to beOne of those men upon the screenWith an elegant lady and a cafe in ParisServing Pernot and Kalua with creamYou can see it I knowAll the doors have been closed in my faceAnd the drinks at the CasbahRun a mile or more from this placeAnd oh Jessie won't you look at the planesTell me, oh Jessie, is it true what theyThat there's a capital G in the name of the gameAnd the runway's a home for my silver-red planeAnd won't you look at the planesRiding down the skywayJessie ain't those wings just fineDon't it make you want to fly somedayWhy friend am I so stillTied to my job with time to killDo I still bear the traces of old Don QuixoteTilting giants on imaginary hills