Lyric Armstrong And The Guys

(Kelly/Mann)

High above the clouds
Bring on the trolley
Release three loons
For a screw-top red
And as we watch the Earth diminsh
Will it linger on the finish?
Rest s assured when the bottle s dead

We ll leave a jet-trail across the sky
Just like Armstrong and the guys
Vapour trail against the blue
I d get off on getting higher
Is it over the Moon for the frequent flyer?
Straight to the arms of...

Jezebel, I hear you well
Or is it Gabriel? I can never tell

And the question s growing
Cause it s not knowing
When it s coming, where I m going

I ve got a souvenir
I ll take it with me
I m going to bring
The backdoor key
In case God lets me down
I ll have a place to hang around
It s my old haunt
On my own street

I ll be returning from the sky
Just like Armstrong and the guys
Watching over all of you
If in the drive
A locksmith s van
There ruining my plan
Straight to the arms of...