Perpetual motion machine, it came to me in a dream
   Let's catch some air, that's if you dare
   I'm only sixteen but you're my queen
   It's a bright, bright morning, the road stretches far
   The corn on the right, the wheat on the left
   There's a hill up ahead, let's catch some air
   Perpetual motion machine, I picked up a magazine
   Poor aimless, poor aimless, poor aimless me
   Aimlessly
   Now look at the fireball extinguish the sun
   My daddy would perish if only he knew
   Hundred and forty, air feeds the fire