I fly any cargo which pays to run batteries burning
I don't pay taxes 'cause I never file
bush league (R) pilots, they just can't get the job done
People been asking me, "Where'd you learn to fly that way?"
Was in Vietnam, chasin' NVA
The government taught me, and they taught me right,
Stay down, under the treeline, you might be alright
fifteen feet over the Rio Grande
blow the mesquite right up of off the sand
Well there's 3 things I am, and there's 3 things I'm not
one is, I am a smuggler and I could get shot
Aint going to die, I ain't goin' to get caught,
See I'm a flyin' fool, in an aeroplane, just too hot
I'm a treetop flyer
skiing past Lady Di in St. Moritz, putting the after-burner ski-chute into the ON position, and yelling 'hey papparazzi, over here...
(no need for her to di - especially since the future king of england could'nt play pole on a frozen lake because it was snowing...)
Davos, some London-gal sick of her job snicked
Slide tea-kettles down frozen ice like a Beatle
using a broom is not good enough
for some gals...