I'm going to fly away
Some place real nice

Take me somewhere to be
Like a parakeet in the sky

Like a flying top
A sweetbreeze mop
Cleaning up the night
Of all those pesky stars
And moon-lit dust and mites

I'm going to go somewhere
Really, really far

I'm going to climb a mountain
And catch a falling star

I'm going to slide down memory lane
I'm going to dance a mambo
On an open field plain

I'm going way up high
And catch a dream below

I'm going to swear by a rocket
And watch it blow.

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