Hark, the wire service sing clear the satellite link check
the fax machine hold the lead story, boys, there's some great
pictures coming in. Now the pilot's heartbeat slows,
in nose-up through the cloudbase and the ground crew cheers as he
puts down his landing gear. Hey boy, you're a hero
take this cigar, back home in Cleveland, all the papers
and the local TV stations will be calling your ma. And the
farmer's wife shoos the cat off the chair. She says 'sit down my
dear was the milking all right, our American friends are late home
tonight.'