Bb F Gm F One of my friends went flying by C Bb Ab He at first didn't see me there F Gm F He said that flying got him high C Bb Ab I at first said, "I didn't care" Eb Bb C I can wait 'til my time comes around with my feet on the ground Chorus: F Bb C When I get my pla-a--ane F Bb C When I get my pla-a--ane Eb Ab Bb When I get my pla-a--ane Eb Ab Bb When I get my pla-a--ane Porsches and Jaguars are a bore I don't think trains are here to stay I don't like taxis anymore I don't think buses are the way And as Wilbur and Orvill have said "I think cycling's dead"