I Don't Wanna Die In An Air Disaster

I Don't Wanna Die In An Air Disaster - Albert Hammond

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