Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin

Oh Jessie I'd like to be
One of those men upon the screen
With an elegant lady and a cafe in Paris
Serving Pernot and Kalua with cream

You can see it I know
All the doors have been closed in my face
And the drinks at the Casbah
Run a mile or more from this place

And oh Jessie won't you look at the planes
Tell me, oh Jessie, is it true what they
That there's a capital G in the name of the game
And the runway's a home for my silver-red plane

And won't you look at the planes
Riding down the skyway
Jessie ain't those wings just fine
Don't it make you want to fly someday

Why friend am I so still
Tied to my job with time to kill
Do I still bear the traces of old Don Quixote
Tilting giants on imaginary hills