Thank You Syd.

January Sixth, Nineteen Forty Six ~ July Seventh, Two Thousand Six.

Hey Eugene
This is Henry McClean
And I've finished my beautiful flying machine
And I'm ringing to say
That I'm leaving and maybe
You'd like to fly with me
And hide with me, baby

Jumps into his cosmic flyer
pulls his plastic collar higher
Light the fuse and stand right back

He cried
This is my last goodbye
Point me at the sky and let it fly

And if you survive till two thousand and five
I hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
While the people around you breathe in..............