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 backís busted and the over-head lamp it ainít 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 ainít got nothing to do but fly, fly, fly

 

I always get the hostess with the ratted hair

Never get the sweet and tender-loin


Rural Space

 
 

Beef stroganoff lyiní on a plate theyíve been saviní ever since Des Moines

Talkiní to a priest thinks heís goiní to Acapulco....never could explain

Next time I go to San Francisco gonna ride a train

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

 

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

  

Blessed are the dumb Ďcause we really ainít got nothiní 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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"Fly, Fly, Fly"

 

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