The Engines Spit Out Fire I'm Pushed Back In My Chair the Pressure Gives Me Thrills As We Climb In The Air and I Love To Watch The Clouds And The Mountains And The Sky swish Around A Cocktail The Stewardess Brings By
lord This Is The Life For Me lord Oh Lord This Is The Life For Me but I Don't Wanna Die In An Air Disaster i Don't Wanna Die On A Plane
well I Fishtail Through The Lanes And I Make My Tires Squeal power At My Feet And Glory At The Wheel and I Wind The Windows Down Let The Wind Blow Through My Hair god Knows Where I'm Going, But Me I Don't Care
lord This Is The Life For Me lord Oh Lord This Is The Life For Me but I Don't Wanna Die In A Freeway Pile-Up i Don't Wanna Die On The Road
well I'm Young And I'm Pretty And I Wanna Stay That Way wanna Be Desirable 'til My Dying Day i Don't Wanna Be Bedridden An Old And Bitter Sage have The Nurses Saying I'm Young For My Age ('he's Young For His Age.')
oh Lord Don't Let Me Go That Way lord Oh Lord Don't Let Me Go That Way no Don't Make Me Go Like A Fading Chorus don't Make Me Fade Like A Song lord Have Mercy On Your Son lord Oh Lord Oh Lord Have Mercy On Me 'cause I Don't Wanna Die In An Air Disaster and I Don't Wanna Die In A Freeway Pile-Up and I Don't Wanna Go Like A Fading Chorus and I Don't Wanna Die For No Good Reason and I Just Wanna Go On And On