Ada Jones and American Quartet — Come Josephine in My Flying Machine

Oh, say; let us fly, dear! Where, kid? -To the sky, dear! Oh, you, flying machine! -Jump in, Miss Josephine! Ship ahoy! -Oh, joy! What a feeling! We'll go through the ceiling! Ho, high! -Hooplah, we fly to the sky so high! Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up, she goes. Up, she goes Balance yourself like a bird on a beam in the air she goes; there she goes Up, up, a little bit higher! Oh, my! The moon is on fire! Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up! Hold on! Goodbye! Going up, she goes! Up, she goes! In the air she goes! There she goes! Up, up! Oh, my! Going up! Hold on! Goodbye! Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up, she goes. Up, she goes Balance yourself like a bird on a beam in the air she goes; there she goes Up, up, a little bit higher! Oh, my! The moon is on fire! Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up! Hold on! Goodbye! One, two; now we'll all steal Oh, you! Pretty soft, dear Whoa, say! Don't hit the moon! Oh, no; not yet, but soon! You for me Oh, gee, you're a fly kid! Not me; I'm a sky kid! Gee, I'm up in the air about you for fair! Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up, she goes. Up, she goes Balance yourself like a bird on a beam in the air she goes; there she goes Up, up, a little bit higher! Oh, my! The moon is on fire! Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up! Hold on! Goodbye! Going up, she goes! Up, she goes! In the air she goes! There she goes! Up, up! Oh, my! Going up! Hold on! Goodbye! Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up, she goes. Up, she goes Balance yourself like a bird on a beam in the air she goes; there she goes Up, up, a little bit higher! Oh, my! The moon is on fire! Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up! Hold on! Goodbye!