Come Up in My Balloon

You may talk about your motors and your sailing yachts and floaters,
Your electric omnibuses and your cars,
Give me aerial navigation, I am causing a sensation
With my cheap balloon excursions up to Mars.
I’m running trips up to the moon, and half a crown’s the price,
So if you’re sick of being on the earth, take my advice:

Refrain
Come up in my balloon
my balloon, my balloon.
Come up and see the moon
see the moon, see the moon.
We shall be starting soon,
and the fare is half a crown,
Sit and hold tight, and you’ll go up all right,
But I won’t promise how you’ll come down.

Now, ballooning has its dangers, and it may appear to strangers
Rather strange that a balloonist I should be.
Well, no doubt I should have tarried, but then, don’t you see, I’m married,
And I do not care much what becomes of me.
All those work for wages small, allow me to advise,
If you’re not satisfied in life, and really want a rise. Refrain