Papers! Flowers! Apples! Shine!
Well, now, I'm sorry, fellas,
but I'm not only badly bent,
I'm broke, and I'm busted.
Haven't got a cent.
Well, don't tell us your troubles.
We've got troubles enough.
Yeah, now,
why those sour faces?
Things are never that tough.
How can we help it
when everything looks black?
Well, first of all, let me tell you,
you're on the wrong track.
Why don't you go fly a kite
and tie your troubles to the tail?
They'll be blown away by
a merry gale.
Go fly a kite
and toss your worries to the wind.
And they won't come back,
they'll be too chagrined.
Go on, make friends with the sky,
have a talk with the sun,
it's the bright way to live
if you've pardoned a pun.
Go fly a kite
and you'll imagine you're a king,
cause you've got your world
on a piece of string.
Go fly a kite,
and tie your troubles to the tree.
They'll be blown away
by a merry gale.
Go fly a kite,
and toss your worries to the wind.
And once from back,
they'll be to some friend.
Go on, make friends with the sky,
have a talk with the sun,
it's the bright way to live.
If you choose the path, go by it first,
and you can imagine for a day,
cause you've got your world on a piece of clay.
fly a kite,
and you'll ima gine you're a king
Because you've got your world
on a piece
Upstream!
Go buy a kite,
and toss your worries to the wind
Twenty -one, twenty -two,
twenty -three skidoo
Go on, make friends with the sky
Have a talk with the sun
It's the bright way to live
If you pardon the pun
We're telling you to go fly a kite
And you'll imagine you're a king
Cause you've got your
world on a piece of
I've been