Magic Carpet Ride sing and play along

I like to dream

right between my sound machine.

On a cloud of sound I drift in the night,

any place it goes is right;

goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here.

Well, you don't know what we can find.

Oh, why don't you come with me,

little girl, on a magic carpet ride.

Well, you don't know what we can see.

Why don't you tell your dreams to me,

fantasy will set you free.

Close your eyes, girl, look inside,

girl, let the sound take you away.

Last night I owned Aladdin's lamp and so I wished that I could stay.

Before the thing could answer me,

someone came and took the lamp away.

I looked around a lousy candle is all I found.

Well, way.