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