Up In My Flying Machine
Words by Chas. Saxby
Music by P.H. Kaufman
Published 1910

[verse 1]
Not long ago a new bright red auto
was the height of a man's desires
With a chauffeur smart and a gas go cart
and a couple of extra tires
On the road he'd plug with a gay chug chug
and the smell of gasoline
With his hearts delight and her hat tied tight
in the tauneau like a Queen
But the end of this we've seen.

[refrain]
Its up, up in my flying machine,
my flying machine, my flying machine
the clouds we will leave far below
on the trails of air we go
No stop on that pike for a cop on the bike
we will know of no speed limit then
It's on the highway of the sky-way
in my new model ninteen-ten.

[verse 2]
Eaglets may nest and the swift falcons rest
but we'll soar 'way so far above
We will fly alone right up to the sun
she's the only girl I love
On the true highway of the blue sky way
where the winds blow wild and free
I will crown her there as the Queen of air
of the Sun the bride she'll be
When she flys away with me.

[repeat chorus]