We´re sitting on the runway while the engines blow
Our 747´s gonna get the go
I look across the field and see another jet
In the cockpit is my buddy and we got a bet
The tower gives the signal and we start to roll
But I´ll make him eat my smoke before the story´s told
Draggin´, draggin´ cross the U.S.A.
Draggin´, draggin´ from New York to L.A.
At 40.000 feet the weather´s lokking fine