Bb  F                      Gm    F
    One of my friends went flying by
C     Bb           Ab
He at first didn't see me there
F                   Gm      F
He said that flying got him high
C                   Bb     Ab
I at first said, "I didn't care"
Eb                                           Bb          C
I can wait 'til my time comes around with my feet on the ground

Chorus:
              F   Bb C
When I get my pla-a--ane
              F   Bb C
When I get my pla-a--ane
              Eb  Ab Bb
When I get my pla-a--ane
              Eb  Ab Bb
When I get my pla-a--ane

Porsches and Jaguars are a bore
I don't think trains are here to stay
I don't like taxis anymore
I don't think buses are the way
And as Wilbur and Orvill have said "I think cycling's dead"