Music by elton john
Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album rare masters

Oh jessie Id 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 wont you look at the planes
Tell me, oh jessie, is it true what they
That theres a capital g in the name of the game
And the runways a home for my silver-red plane

And wont you look at the planes
Riding down the skyway
Jessie aint those wings just fine
Dont 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

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