Dwayne

Cockpit over the chesterfield
It landed on the pane
The paper bulkhead’s nose got bent
And frustrated Dwayne
So then unfolded, straightened flat
It ‘glid' across the room
And perfect mathematics made it touch down by the broom
Ah, the glow of great success
The heat upon the cheek
And proudly that this paper plane
Was made expressly by Dwayne, he
Picked it up, straightened it out
Picked it up, straightened it out
Picked it up, straightened it out and pushed it forth again
Nobody had ever seen (ever seen, ever seen)
Nobody had ever seen a flight like that
Nobody had ever seen (ever seen, ever seen)
Nobody had ever seen a flight like that
Straight as a line
From A to B
The passengers
The scenery!
Cockpit over the chesterfield
It landed on the chair
And before Dwayne could get to it
The dog found it up there…
Neighbour in the window
Red construction foolscap
Yellow star upon the tail wing
Shot its load into the cockpit
And Dwayne’s plane fell down in flames
Girl next door named Marsha
Father owns a Business Depot
Slammed the window on her fingers
No one messes with the plane!
Cockpit over the chesterfield
The plane flew strong and proud
It soared out past the neighbour’s house
And flew into a cloud…