Mr. Banks:
With tuppence for paper and strings
You can have your own set of wings

With your feet on the ground
You're a bird in a flight
With your fist holding tight

To the string of your kite

Oh, oh, oh!

Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height!
Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring

Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite!


Bert:
When you send it flyin' up there

All at once you're lighter than air
You can dance on the breeze
Over 'ouses and trees

With your first 'olding tight
To the string of your kite


Londoners:
Oh, oh, oh!
Let's go fly a kite

Up to the highest height!
Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere

Up where the air is clear
Let's go fly a kite!