Aeroplane

remembering my dad grabbing hold of my feet swinging me round
reality sucks and i've got to get away
so i do a little drugs to help me on my way
from michael owen on the telly to my black kawazaki
wine in my wellies and a sack of whacky-baccy

and i feel like my dad just gave me an aeroplane
spinning around
standing here flying on the ground
i don't care if i ever come down

well i'm riding the waves of a peculiar feeling
cause the sun has been shining and the belles are peeling
and i'm calling them all cause i dream that i can go
with my ramshackle tackle and free my libido

and it feels like my dad just gave me an aeroplane
spinning around
standing here flying on the ground
i don't care if i ever come down
aeroplane

i do my own thing i ain't got no pigeonhole
and nobody owns me so i cannot be sold
i'm not a clever dick i just know what i know
and i know that i know my goal

and i feel like my dad just gave me an aeroplane
spinning around
standing here flying on the ground
i don't care if i ever come down
aeroplane