Jet Propelled Papa - Helen Humes

Jet Propelled Papa - Helen Humes
I've got a jet propelled papa
With a magic ray
Yes I've got a jet propelled papa
With a magic ray
He'll put your head in a spin
And take your breath away
Now when he gets started
There's nothing left to keep
All your love will explode
When he turns on the heat
Fast like a rocket
He's built for any meat
He's my jet propelled papa
With supersonic speed
He's a jet propelled papa
With a swing and a sway
When he makes contact
The world just fades away
When you get hurried
He can really put you there
No he don't need no refuelling
He can even burn air
He's my jet propelled papa
He's got that atomic touch
What that man hasn't got
Don't 'mount to very much
Yes he's my papa
He's just like a shooting star
And when that man takes off
You can't tell
Just where you are