Come please, please Josephine.
Come Josephine in my flying machine
Up she goes
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam
In the air she goes
There she goes
Up, up, a little bit higher
Oh, my, the moon is on fire
Come Josephine in my flying machine
Going up
All on
Good-bye.
Oh, say, let us fly girl.
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