Standard (EADGBE)

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 say

 That there's a capital G in the name of the game

 And the runway's a home for my silver-red plane

 And oh, 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

 And oh, Jessie won't you look at the planes

 Tell me, oh Jessie, is it true what they say

 That there's a capital G in the name of the game

 And the runway's a home for my silver-red plane

 And oh, 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