作曲 : Marc Shaiman/Scott Wittman
Woke up in brooklyn with a frown upon my face
Just left Wisconsin where there's cheese enough to start this rat race
But thanks to the Brothers Wright
We don't know where we'll sleep tonight
Yeah, I'm a bird in the skies
And tomorrow when I rise
I'll wake up in Paris with a new love in my heart
or maybe Germany with that brand new pet I met in Stuttgart
Skies the limit, time to play
I'll put down roots some other day
No need to be a lonely Joe
The jet-set is the only way to go
Would ya like new music and mystery
Each and everyday
Lose the same old music and history
Make a new friend then fly away, and...
Wake up in Texas where they treat their women right
And then try Hollywood where the stars get lit out in broad daylight
Any city, near or far feels twice as good as where you are
When you're sick of the status quo
The jet-set is the only way to go
would ya like a sleigh ride, a hayride?
Then kiddo, just stay home
But if you want jet-set then get set to
Leave behind Kansas there's no place like Rome
Wake up in Rio have your coffee in Brazil
When real life gets you down
Take a far-out, one-way trip to Splitzville
Swedish, Greek or Japanese
A stewadess is trained to please
So if you've got what it takes below
Well then fly this bird like Cupid's bow
'Cause the jet set's just a holiday
Yeah the jet set goes up, up and away
So fly!
Right down to Italy for la bella femina
Jump in a fountain
woo!
For a big dose of la dolce vita
If your tastes run more risque
Well then, we know a joint in old Bombay
So hang on tight let's loop de loop
It's time to fly this chicken coop
So pack up your suitcase check your worries at the gate
Come out and play boy cruise the world to find your perfect playmate
Things look better from above so
Buckle up, next stop is love
From Timbuktu to Tokyo from Mozambique to Mexico
Yeah, the jet-set is the only way to go
Babbada bop boop bah badooba doo-oh!