The plane is heavy, the runway short I gotta make it Increasing speed, better pull it up Now easy does it Those trees ahead, I still can't stop It's now or never I must go on if I succeed I'll live forever Now I'm above the ocean I just can't fall asleep It sure is cold but I'm still flying I'll get to Paris, at least I hope I really wonder What I will find there, it has to be A bit like London I'm getting lower I must take care Don't feel like swimming One night to go, I dream about The Paris women I'm now above the ocean It's hard to stay awake It's very cold but I'm still flying I'm still above the ocean It's hard to stay awake It's sure is cold but I'm still flying Flying, flying, flying, flying...