Ah, take me with you...
   You ground the flyboy
   you'll be clear for miles
   They're throwing a party
   They're throwing vials
   You been wearing a gymsuit
   Flagging him down
   Now to land this bigass bird
   then pussy-bound
  
   Out on the airstrip
   the weather's is clear
   nothing be ugly
   can see him in here
  
   Out on the airstrip
   the weather's so clear
   nothing so ugly
   can see him in here
  
   John hear of duress's
   We're only guided yeah
   we're doing ninety
   we're doing fine
   oh we're almost there
   we're up there (way the fuck up there)
   wine and having some bud
   side door high post slo-mo
   like no gun, no luck
  
   Out on the airstrip
   the weather's is clear
   nothing be ugly
   can see him in here
  
   Out on the airstrip
   the weather's so clear
   nothing so ugly
   can see him in here
  
   And the girl's claps were always wild
   when I asked her
   what that town did for shits
   Well she just rolled onto the runway
   and flashed me a picture of her kid
  
   when the sun came up, she was hidden
   and the speedballer started taking her high
   I swore that morning
   "girl we're gonna fly, we're gonna fly"
  
   Out on the airstrip
   the weather's is clear
   nothing be ugly
   can see him in here
  
   Out on the airstrip
   the weather's so goddamn clear
   no nothing so ugly
   who is gonna buy you a meal, no