text: Hey Eugene, this is Henry McClean
  And Ive finished my beautiful flying machine
  And Im ringing to say that Im leaving and maybe
  Youd like to fly with me and hide with me, baby
  Isnt it strange how little we change?
  Isnt it sad were insane?
  Playing the games that we know end in tears
  The games weve been playing for thousands and thousands
  And thousands and...
  Jumped into his cosmic flyer
  Pulled his plastic collar higher
  Light 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
  And if you survive till two thousand and five
  I hope youre exceedingly thin
  For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
  While the people around you breathe in, breathe in
  Breathe in, breathe in...
  People pressing on my sides
  Is something that I hate
  And so is sitting down to eat
  With 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
  And all weve got to say to you is goodbye
  Its time to go, better run and get your bags, its goodbye
  Nobody cry, its goodbye