CHey Jean misses GHenry McLean an' I Ffinished my beautiful Dflying machine
An' I'm Cringing to say that I'm Gleaving
An' maybe you'd Flike to fly with me and Dhide with me baby
CIsn't it strange how Glittle we change, Fisn't it sad we're inDsane
CPlaying the game that we Gknow ends in tears
The Fgame we've been playing for Dthousands and thousands and thousands
F#mJumps into his cosmic flyer, Apulls his plastic collar higher
DLight the fuse and stand well back, he C#cried, this is my last goodbye
DPoint me at the sky and let it Gfly
DPoint me at the sky and let it Gfly
DPoint me at the sky and let it Gfly.A...
And Cif you survive 'till two Gthousand and five I Fhope you're exceedingly Dthin
For Cif you are stout you will Ghave to breathe out
While the Fpeople around you breathe Din, breathe in, breathe in
F#mPeople pressing on my sides is Asomething that I hate
And so is Dsitting down to eat with only C#little capsules on my plate
DPoint me at the sky and let it Gfly
DPoint me at the sky and let it Gfly
DPoint me at the sky and let it Gfly.A..