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"
