Cliff Richard Flying Machine
When the weather is fine and the clouds have gone by I go up in the air waving people good-bye. In my flying machine I go up I go down I go round and round round and round and round. People on the ground have gathered all around to admire there's a feeling inside me that gives me the urge to go higher. 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. I can race with the birds I can fight with the wind I can fly on my head I can dance in a spin.
