Flight of Fancy

I’m going down to the ocean shore
I’m gonna find me a giant white seagull
I’m gonna stick out my thumb and catch a ride to Portugal
Where the ladies all play castanets
The ladies play c-c-c-castanets

On my flight of fancy
Come along with me on my flight tonight
Flight of fancy
I’d really love the company

Then I’m gonna ride a hot air balloon
Painted yellow like an August moon
I’m gonna sail over Pakistan and land in Astrakhan
In a field of whirling dervishes
Whirling dervishes

And then I’m gonna ride a Jefferson Aeroplane
It’s gonna take me back to ’69
When this world was greener
And we thought the plane would never land

On this flight of fancy
Where the ladies all play castanets
In a field of whirling dervishes

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The thing I fail to do is fully comprehend what’s given back to me by the audience. You would think you would be a performer partly so you could feel all the appreciation or adulation, but I haven’t quite managed that yet.