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Mr. White's white flying machine
Like something out of a child's dream
Like nothing that you've ever seen before
Mr. White's got a flying machine
He flies around the sky
Jealous faces turn to green
As it takes him very high
And Mr. White's got a rainbow tie
And a sparkling eye
And he's a little insane
A flying suit of red, white and blue
And a love that's true for his aeroplane
Mr. White's white flying machine
Like something out of a child's dream
Like nothing that you've ever seen before
Mr. White flies his flying machine
Up and down and around
And Mr. White lives in a dream
Of cascading sunlight and clouds
And Mr. White is always high up in the sky
That's where he can be seen
For all he does is fly up above
He's got a genuine love for his flying machine
Mr. White's white flying machine
Like something out of a child's dream
Like nothing that you've ever seen before
Like nothing that you'll ever see no more
Mr. White flies his flying machine
Up and down and around
And Mr. White lives in a dream
Like nothing that you've ever seen before
Mr. White's flying machine
Mr. White's flying machine
Mr. White's flying machine
Mr. White's flying machine
Mr. White's flying machine
Mr. White's flying machine
Mr. White's flying machine
Mr. White's flying machine