A 1921 popular song.
Words by W. D. Phillips.
Music by Bates and Barton.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Talk about your aviators aviating high
They will look like submarines when I begin to fly
I will build an airship that will travel thru the air
At a thousand miles an hour I’ll do it I declare
Chorus
For I want to take a trip to heaven
In an air ship before I die
Oh I want to take a trip to heaven
And to fly right thru the sky
I will make a call on Venus
Stop and get my gasoline at Mars
For I want to take a trip to heaven
And go flying around the stars
- I will have a spread about nine hundred feet or more
Five or six big motors that will make the thunder roar
When I meet that Haley comet, I will set the pace
And we’ll travel on together to St. Peter’s place
Sung here by Fred Feild: