text: 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 say
  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