I've got a jet propelled papa with a magic ray

Yes I've got a jet propelled papa with a magic ray

He'll put your head in a spin and take your breath away



Now when he gets started

There's nothing left to keep

All your love will explode

When he turns on the heat

Fast like a rocket, he's built for any meat

He's my jet propelled papa with supersonic speed



He's a jet propelled papa with a swing and a sway

When he makes contact the world just fades away

When you get hurried he can really put you there

No, he don't need no refuelling, he can even burn air



He's my jet propelled papa, he's got that atomic touch

What that man hasn't got don't 'mount to very much

Yes he's my papa, he's just like a shooting star

And when that man takes off you can't tell just where you are