The plane is heavy, the runway short
I gotta make it
Increasing speed, better pull it up
Now easy does it
Those trees ahead, I still can’t stop
It’s now or never
I must go on if I succeed
I’ll live forever
Now I’m above the ocean
I just can’t fall asleep
It sure is cold but I’m still flying
I’ll get to Paris, at least I hope
I really wonder
What I will find there, it has to be
A bit like London
I’m getting lower I must take care
Don’t feel like swimming
One night to go, I dream about
The Paris women
I’m now above the ocean
It’s hard to stay awake
It’s very cold but I’m still flying
I’m still above the ocean
It’s hard to stay awake
It’s sure is cold but I’m still flying
Flying, flying, flying, flying
