Sing It With Me Now…

Mr. Banks:

With tuppence for paper and strings

You can have your own set of wings

With your feet on the ground

You’re a bird in a flight

With your fist holding tight

To the string of your kite

 

Oh, oh, oh!

Let’s go fly a kite

Up to the highest height!

Let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring

Up through the atmosphere

Up where the air is clear

Oh, let’s go fly a kite!

 

Bert:

When you send it flyin’ up there

All at once you’re lighter than air

You can dance on the breeze

Over ‘ouses and trees

With your first ‘olding tight

To the string of your kite

 

Londoners:

Oh, oh, oh!

Let’s go fly a kite

Up to the highest height!

Let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring

Up through the atmosphere

Up where the air is clear

Let’s go fly a kite!