You live the story Of the innocent life's defeat of solitude's dice Captivated by a moonbeam, chained to despisers of your love Captivated by despisers, lost in the canyons of your mind Take just another lad Call him Ernie and see him returning home from school Left alone at some old window, leaving paper dreams to fly Hear the wind whispering gently calling you to dream away So fly away on a staggering paper plane Don't be afraid when somebody takes your game High above the town soars a little boy in his paper plane Astonished he peers down, the houses look like toys from his paper plane The wind takes his hand Sparkling rivers below, watch the green meadows flow Feel your face caressed by a golden rainbow Ernie never felt so strong As he was gliding along, forgetting all fences he sailed till dawn Look the sun is sinking low, little boy where do you go Time leads you to darkness of the night, shocks you with fright Don't fear the shadow over you, it's a bird called Maraboo He will light his light, Ernie, he will be your guide Confidence is a strong a**istance to you Announcement (spoken): This evening a huge bird was seen carrying a little boy on his back in a height of about 3.000 feet right above sector 0/16. The bird was carrying some beer-bottles, a bag with vegetables, was lit contrary to regulations and was smoking a pipe. We instruct all planes cruising this sector to observe this incident. Over Hey little Ernie, I'd like to take you home to my nest The sun will keep you warm and cozy all nite long And you'll have a pleasent rest – skip on my chest The tree with the nest of the bird where the sun goes to bed is so high It touches the sky Far away a Blackshirt cleans a chain Hey little lads, get on dreaming Fear the warming far away from home Find your hope in some desert stone Smell some dope in an ice-cream cone