Lyrics:

'We were drinking like the Irish but we were drinking scotch
Bartender turns on a movie, everybody turned to watch
And every single eye was gleaming when they reached the final scene
Well, at least mine did, here's lookin' at you, kid

You know it's a mad mission under difficult conditions
Not everbody makes it to the loving cup
It's a mad mission, but I got the ambition
Mad, mad mission
Sign me up

I think I've seen the look before,yes, it's kind of non-commital
It says 'come hither, baby,' but then he's hard wood to whittle
He says it don't mean a thing, but still, somehow does
He'd like you to join the club that likes to say
There's no such thing as love

And it's a mad mission under difficult conditions
Not everybody makes it to the loving cup
It's a mad mission, but I got the ambition
Mad, mad mission
Sign me up

Sometimes you find yourself flying low at night
Flying blind and looking for any sign of light
You're cold and scared, and all alone
You'd do anything just to make it home

It's a mad mission under difficult conditions
Not everybody makes it to the loving cup
It's a mad mission but I got the ambition
Mad, mad mission
Sign me up
Sign me up'