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 timе 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

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

Blessed arе the dumb ‘cause we really ain’t got nothin’ to lose
We just fly, fly, fly