Текст песни Beat Up Old Jetliner - Bob Rivers

Goodbye to all my friends I′ve known
And the travel agent I trusted.
I'm riding along on this beat-up old plane;
Look out the window. All the rivets are rusted.

As that ground crew pushes us backwards
On that rickety L-1011,
I′m feeling around for that flotation device,
And when the safety film is shown,
I'm payin' close attention.

Beat-up old jetliner,
Hope you got a tune-up today.
Ohhhh, beat-up old jetliner,
Did they sneak you past the FAA?

Bouncin′ ′round in a thunder cloud,
Landing gear won't come down.
My seatback is up and my belt is on.
I see the fire crews sprayin′ foam on the ground.

And if I get to my final destination,
I know the next flight will surely be free.
But I don't think I′ll go back up
Into that piece of shit just to save a few pennies.

Beat-up old jetliner
Won't carry me too far today.
Ohhhh, give me a fresh airliner;
I don′t care what I've got to pay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Beat-up old jetliner,
Don't carry me too far today.
Ohhhh, beat-up old jetliner,
′Cause it′s home that I'd rather stay.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.
I′ve just turned off the no-smokin' sign.
I figure, hell, if the plane′s smokin' why shouldn′t you.