Time was, I could move my arms like a bird
Fly!

She was a wingwalker
Pitgirl of the sky

[Verse]
And now I got an engine
A big perverted engine
It runs on strength of will
Who could deny me the right to fly?
You know, it's my art
When I form my body in the shape of a plane...

[Chorus]
I'm a plane!
I'm a plane!
I'm a plane!
I'm a plane!

[Verse]
Now I got an airframe
A big perverted airframe
You know, It's my art
When I disguise my body in the shape of a plane
[Chorus]
I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!)
I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!)
I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!)
I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!)

[Outro]

(Look at me, look at me - I'm a plane! Look at me, I'm a plane! Look at me!)

And the plane becomes a metaphor for my life
And as I suffer for it
Like I'm insane, as it says...
So she suffers under the weight of my plane
You know? It's my art! When I disguise my body in the shape of a plane...

Plane! (Plane!)