Planes Songtext
von Elton John

Oh Jessie, I′d like to be
One of those men upon the screen
With an elegant lady and a cafe in Paris
Serving Pernot and Kalua with cream

You can see it, I know
All the doors have been closed in my face
And the drinks at the Casbah
Run a mile or more from this place

And oh Jessie, won't you look at the planes?
Tell me, oh Jessie, is it true what they say
There′s a capital G in the name of the game
And the runway's a home for my silver red plane?


And oh, won't you look at the planes?
Riding down the skyway
Jessie, ain′t those wings just fine?
Don′t it make you wanna fly someday?

Why friend, am I so still
Tied to my job with time to kill?
Do I still bear the traces of Old Don Quixote?
Tilting giants on imaginary hills

And oh Jessie, won't you look at the planes?
Tell me, oh Jessie, is it true what they say
There′s a capital G in the name of the game
And the runway's a home for my silver red plane?

And oh, won′t you look at the planes?
Riding down the skyway
Jessie, ain't those wings just fine?
Don′t it make you wanna fly someday?


And oh, won't you look at the planes?
They're riding down the skyway
Jessie, ain′t those wings just fine?
And don′t it make you wanna fly, oh, someday?