Let’s Fly Away Songtext
von Bobby Short

If modern life must be democratic
Be that as it may
Without desiring to be dogmatic

I frankly say
I tear up each paper that publicises
The rather uninspiring enterprises
Of truck drivers′ wives who win competitions
By photographing birds in odd positions
I don't care if a widow in Thames Ditton
Plunges into a well to save her kitten
And if three mothers swam Loch Ness
I just could not care less


Let′s fly away
To where no threats of war obsess us
And where the press does not depress us
Every single day
Let's fly away
From diplomatic static missions
To where the feet of politicians
Are not of china clay

Let's leave the milk bar snacks
Perms and breakfast foods
To those girls in plastic macs
Slacks and pixie hoods
Let′s start today
For somewhere gayer, warmer, drier
England′s too damp for us

Let's fly away
Let′s fly away
From photographs of battered boxers
And sex-besotted bobby soxers
Assaulting Johnnie Ray
Let's fly away
From all that roguish imprecision
Of parlor games on television
Which ends our Sabbath day


Let′s find a peaceful spot
Taking care to choose
Where Rita Hayworth's not
Always in the news
Let′s kneel and pray
To Mr. Thomas Cook, Esquire
Let's pack our bags today
And fly away

Let's fly away
In any aeroplane or glider
Before the movie screens get wider
We can′t afford to stay
Let′s not delay
For lots of larger, longer, duller
Biblical films in Technicolor
May be on the way

We're sick of crimped and curled
Overcolored sex
Let′s face the brave new world
Minus 3-D specs

Let's see today
If helicopters are for hire
And gaily say "Hey, hey"
Let′s fly away