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
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ALBERT HAMMOND JR:
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