Oh, how pretty it is to fly
Oh, how pretty it is to fly, oh mama
To fly and let yourself fall
Oh, how pretty it is to fly, oh mama
She takes me to her house
She turns me into a flowerpot and a pumpkin
She takes me to the little hill
She turns me into a flowerpot and a little pumpkin
And you tell her, tell her, tell her
How many little creatures she sucked yesterday
None, none, none, I know it
I'm planning to suck you
Oh, how pretty it is to fly
Oh, how pretty it is to fly, oh mama