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

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

Buddah Records released 1973
The 1996 Tarkio reissue included this as a bonus
track titled "This Seat Occupado (Fly, Fly, Fly)"