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!