Goodbye to all my friends I've known And the travel agent I trusted. I'm riding along on this beat-up old plane; Look out the window. All the rivets are rusted.
As that ground crew pushes us backwards On that rickety L-1011, I'm feeling around for that flotation device, And when the safety film is shown, I'm payin' close attention.
Beat-up old jetliner, Hope you got a tune-up today. Ohhhh, beat-up old jetliner, Did they sneak you past the FAA?
Bouncin' 'round in a thunder cloud, Landing gear won't come down. My seatback is up and my belt is on. I see the fire crews sprayin' foam on the ground.
And if I get to my final destination, I know the next flight will surely be free. But I don't think I'll go back up Into that piece of shit just to save a few pennies.
Beat-up old jetliner Won't carry me too far today. Ohhhh, give me a fresh airliner; I don't care what I've got to pay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Beat-up old jetliner, Don't carry me too far today. Ohhhh, beat-up old jetliner, 'Cause it's home that I'd rather stay.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. I've just turned off the no-smokin' sign. I figure, hell, if the plane's smokin' why shouldn't you.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
