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.