Flying Machine - Cliff Richard, The Norrie Paramor Orchestra

When the weather is fine

And the clouds have gone by

I go up in the air

Waving people goodbye

In my flying machine

I go up, I go down, I go round and round

I can race with the birds

I can fight with the wind

I can fly on my head

I can dance in a spin

In my flying machine

I go up, I go down, I go round and round and round

People on the ground

They gathered all around to admire

There’s a feeling inside me

That gives me the urge to go higher

Well, I know what goes up

Will eventually fall

So I won’t take no chances

While I’m having a ball

In my flying machine

I go up, I go down, I go round and round and round and round

Higher and higher!

People on the ground

They gathered all around to admire

There’s a feeling inside me

That gives me the urge to go higher, aaahhh

But I know what goes up

Will eventually fall

So I won’t take no chances

While I’m having a ball

In my flying machine

I go up, I go down, I go round and round and round and round, yeah

Higher and higher!

Higher and higher!

Higher and higher!