Hey Jean, this is Henry McCleanAnd I've finished my beautiful flying machineAnd I'm ringing to sayThat I'm leaving and maybeYou'd like to fly with meAnd hide with me, baby Isn't it strange how little we change?Isn't it sad we're insane?Playing the games that we know and in tearsThe games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and thousands and Jumps into his cosmic flyerPulls his plastic collar higherLight the fuse and stand right back He cried, "This is my last goodbye" Point me at the sky and let it fly (Point me at the sky and let it fly)Point me at the sky and let it fly (Point me at the sky and let it fly)Point me at the sky and let it fly And if you survive till two thousand and fiveI hope you're exceedingly thinFor if you are stout you will have to breathe outWhile the people around you breathe in, breathe in, breathe in, breathe in People pushing on my sidesIs something that I hateAnd so is sitting down to eatWith only little capsules on my plate Point me at the sky and let it fly (Point me at the sky and let it fly)Point me at the sky and let it fly (Point me at the sky and let it fly)Point me at the sky and let it fly And all we've got to say to you is goodbyeIt's time to go, better run and get your bags, it's goodbyeNobody cry, it's goodbyeCrash, crash, crash, crash, goodbyeCrash, crash, crash, crash, goodbyeCrash, crash, crash, crash, goodbyeCrash, crash, crash, crash, goodbyeCrash, crash, crash, crash, goodbyeCrash, crash, crash, crash, goodbyeCrash, crash, crash, crash, goodbyeCrash, crash, crash, crash, goodbye

Careful with that axe, Eugene