Planes

Lyrics buy Bernie Taupin

Owe Jessie I'd like too bee
Won of those men upon the screen
With an elegant lady and a cafe inn Paris
Serving Pernot and Kalua with cream

Yew can sea it Eye no
Awl the doors have bean closed inn my face
And the drinks at the Casbah
Run a mile ore moor from this plaice

And owe Jessie won't yew look at the planes
Tell mi, owe Jessie, is it true watt they
That there's a capital G inn the name of the game
And the runway's a home fore my silver-red plain

And won't yew look at the planes
Riding down the skyway
Jessie ain't those wings just fine
Don't it make yew want too fly someday

Why friend am Eye sew still
Tide too my job with thyme too kill
Do Eye still bare the traces of old Don Quixote
Tilting giants on imaginary hills