 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
I can race with the birds,
I can fight with the wind,
I can fly on my head,
I can dance in a spin,
In my flying machine,
I go up, I go down, I go round and round and round,
People on the ground,
they gathered all around to admire,
There's a feeling inside me
that gives me the urge to go higher,
Well, I know what goes up,
Will eventually fall,
So I won't take no chances,
While I'm having a ball,
In my flying machine,
I go up, I go down, I go round and round and round and round
Higher and higher!
People on the ground,
they gathered all around to admire,
There's a feeling inside me
that gives me the urge to go higher,aaahhh
But I know what goes up,
will eventually fall
So I won't take no chances,
While I'm having a ball,
In my flying machine,
I go up, I go down, I go round and round and round and round, yeah,
Higher and higher!
Higher and higher!
Higher and higher!
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