Get on the back of a nightingale
But I got everything, with you everything
But I got everything, with you everything, alright
And a whole lot smoother than a camel’s back
There’s no better way to fly to get to me, no no
'Cause after every day, the wind blows the night time my way
Just get to me, I don’t care just get to me
Publishers: BLUE LAMP MUSIC, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., WUNDERWOOD MUSIC
And get yourself on a motor bike
But I got everything, with you everything
If you feel the love in the air  tonight
There’s no better way to fly to get to me, no no
They ain’t cheap but they’re easy to find
Songwriters: Charlie Colin, Robert Hotchkiss, Pat Monahan, James W Stafford, Scott Michael Underwood
Para sail or first class mail
But I got everything, with you everything
But I don’t care, how you get to me, just get to me
Can I hear you say, can I hear you say, oh yeah
And I imagine that you are above me like a star
And if you think, you’ll get stuck in a traffic jam, that’s fine
Go on hitch a ride on the back of a butterfly
I look around, what I got without you, it ain’t a lot
Now you can feel it all in the air tonight
It doesn’t matter how you get to me, just get to me
And you keep on glowing, and you keep on showing me the way
There’s no better way to fly to get to me
Gotta hear you say, can I hear you say, oh yeah
I look around, what I got without you, it ain’t a lot
Go on hitch a ride on the back of a butterfly
Put on your pro-keds, mopeds, take a limousine instead
And I look around, what I got without you, it ain’t a lot
Go on hitch a ride on the back of a butterfly
Get on the highway point yourself my way
Or maybe you could pollinate over the Golden Gate
I look around at what I got and without you it ain’t a lot
There’s no better way to fly now get to me
Take a roller coaster that comes in sideways, just get to me, yeah
Take a left hand turn at the corner of Haight
Go on hitch a ride on the back of a butterfly
Well an airplane’s faster than a Cadillac
And then a sharp right at the first street light
Send yourself through a telephone line
So come on baby, shine, shine, you got to shine