Tekst:
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Rare Masters
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
That there's a capital G in the name of the game
And the runway's a home for my silver-red plane
And won't you look at the planes
Riding down the skyway
Jessie ain't those wings just fine
Don't it make you want to 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
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Rare Masters
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
That there's a capital G in the name of the game
And the runway's a home for my silver-red plane
And won't you look at the planes
Riding down the skyway
Jessie ain't those wings just fine
Don't it make you want to 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
