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Well, once I heard some people say, "if you gotta travel
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Theres just one way, you gotta leave the ground, gotta go
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Through the air, gotta find a pilot and pay your fare
You gotta sail through the sky.
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In other words, you gotta fly".
Yes, statistics show its the way to go,
Well, its safer than your car, you know;
Its safer than your home, safter than your street,
About the safes place to put your feet;
Statistics dont lie...
But statistics dont die, either.
Well, once I heard bob dylan say:
You gotta take a train -- its the only way;
Well, nothin ever happens to trains at all --
There was just one accident he could recall:
A plane crashed into it...
People flying in all directions, then.
One day when the sky was blue,
I boarded a plane and off we flew,
Looked out the window, insurance in my hand,
Just like columbus searching searching for land;
Swearin Id never fly again...
Just like the last time.
Then one of the stewardesses ambled by,
And suddenly I wasnt afraid to die;
She brought me coffee, pillows and tea,
Said, "youre as safe as you can be"
Said theres nothing to worry about...
Then she flew out the door somebody forgot to close
Right.
The plane kept going higher and higher,
I could swear both the wings were on fire,
So I opened the cockpit door
And the pilot was layin on the floor
With the other stewardess...
She said, "fly now and pay later"...
Then the plane dropped down about a mile or two,
She lurched about, I swore I was through;
My stomach was heavin -- it was tied in a knot --
Little paper bag was all I got --
Thats the bag Im in...pilot said we hit an air
Pocket..
Mustve been a pocket with an awful big hole in it...
Well, at last the trip was near the end,
The airport was comin round the bend,
But all my anxious eyes could see
Was a thousand planes in the vicinity;
They was landin and leavin and wavin at each other,
Wing to win and brother to brother,
The pilot was swearin and swervin around,
But he said, "dont worry, we have radar somewhere on the ground".
I wasnt worried...i was crawlin up the aisle
Screamin: "jesus saves".
The trip didnt do me too much harm,
But I did spend a year on the happy-farm;
They couldnt understand why I kissed the ground,
Chewed the concrete and swallowed it down;
Sure tasted good...like laguardia dirt should. /pre>
