Flying Machine

When the weather is fine
And the clouds have gone by
I go up in the air
Waving people goodbye

In my flying machine
I go up, I go down
I go round and round and round and round

I can fly with the birds
I can float with the wind
I go up in the air
Rocking back and I spin

In my flying machine
I go up, I go down
I go round and round and round and round

People on the ground
Gather all around to admire
There's a feeling inside me
That gives me the urge to go higher

Lord, I know what goes up
Must eventually fall
So I won't take no chance
When I'm having a ball

In my flying machine
I go up, I go down
I go round and round and round and round

People on the ground
Gather all around to admire
There's a feeling inside me
That gives me the urge to go higher

Lord, I know what goes up
Must eventually fall
So I won't take no chance
When I'm having a ball

In my flying machine
I go up, I go down
I go round and round and round and round