Vanilla sky

The chef prepares a special menu
For your delight, oh my
Tonight you fly so high up
In the vanilla sky
Your life is fine
It's sweet and sour
Unbearable great
You've got to learn
Every hour
You must appreciate.

This is your time,
This is your day
You've got it all
Don't blow it...away.

The chef prepares a special menu
For your delight, oh my
Tonight you fly so high up
In the vanilla sky
Melted tin beads
Cast you fourtune
In a glass of wine
Snail or fish,
Ballon or dolphin
See your silver shine

This is your time,
This is your day
You've got it all
Don't blow it...away.

(Paul McCartney. Vanilla sky)