Up

I've made some plans

But it's all up in the air

I made some sandwiches

And I got myself a garden chair

And forty-five balloons

One sunny afternoon



I suppose it's not surprising

I'm three thousand feet high and rising



Miles above your backyard

San Pedro's just a postcard

Don't call me a nincompoop

Just call me the coast guard



I know this seems ridiculous

I'm an idiotic Icarus

But a man just can't sit around all day

Up, up and away