Come Josephine, in my flying machine and it’s up she goes, up she goes. Balancing above…on a beam? in the air she goes, where? There! she goes up, up a little bit higher; oh my the moon is on fire…
Come Josephine, in my flying machine and it’s up she goes, up she goes. Balancing above…on a beam? in the air she goes, where? There! she goes up, up a little bit higher; oh my the moon is on fire…