Fly, Fly, Fly

I always have to sit between a fat lady and a soldier on the plane

Next time I go to San Francisco gonna ride a train

My seat back’s busted and the over-head lamp it ain’t workin' no more

Fat lady's got nothin' to say and the soldier just talks about the war

Lord, Lord, Lord, ya know I just ain’t got nothing to do but fly, fly, fly

I always get the hostess with the ratted hair

Never get the sweet and tender-loin

Beef stroganoff lyin’ on a plate they’ve been savin’ ever since Des Moines

Talkin’ to a priest thinks he’s goin’ to Acapulco....never could explain

Next time I go to San Francisco gonna ride a train

Lord, Lord, Lord, ya know I just ain’t got, ain't got nothing to do but fly, fly, fly

Blessed are the dumb ‘cause we really ain’t got nothin’ to lose

We just fly, fly, fly

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written by Michael Brewer & Tom Shipley
1972 Talking Beaver Music/BMI

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