Harpo and Amelia
Walking through the backlot
She doesn’t have a flight plan
He doesn’t have the words
She asks him if he’d like to take
A ride up in her airplane
He just honks his horn
And pretends he hasn’t heard

Harpo and Amelia
Talking like they’re old friends
She offers him her hand
He offers her his leg
She knows it’s just a joke
But still it kind of hurts her
He’s the number one dogcatcher
But she doesn’t want to beg

All she wants is a night out at the opera
The touch of hands on 47 strings
All she’s got is the music of her engines
And he’s lost in the silver screen
He’s lost in the silver screen

Harpo and Amelia
Flight of passing fancy
They’ve been circling for hours
With no place to land
Fuel is running low
Altitude is dropping
She tells him that it’s serious
But he doesn’t understand

All she wants is a night in Casablanca
The touch of hands on 47 strings
But all she’s got is the music of her engines
And he’s lost in the silver screen
He’s lost in the silver screen

Harpo and Amelia
No more monkey business
She went west
And he went back to work
Now he’s a Pinky
Waiting for his Chicolini
And she’s an angel
Waiting for her fall to earth

All she wants is a night out at the opera
The touch of hands on 47 strings
But all she’s got is the music of her engines
And he’s lost in the silver screen
He’s just lost in the silver screen