July, Sunday, 9 to 5
A line came up the drive
More curious than alive
A pilot, turn on the auto pilot
No need to switch your dial
No need to look out in the sky
Chaos at the airport tonight
Mysterious message from the 99th flight
Just like super, super, super eye
But it's a supersonic funny coming out of space
Come on pretty, hey, but tonight
Oopsie, I can't believe my eyes
Goddess rolled the dice
In fact, it looks very nice
The tower, time to take a shower
We'll take less than my money
We'll take less than our hours
Nothing remarkable inside
Chaos at the airport tonight
Mysterious message from the 99th flight
Just like super, super, super eye
But it's a supersonic funny coming out of space
Come on pretty, hey, but tonight
Come on pretty, hey, but tonight
Chaos at the airport tonight
rai
Sonic, come and out of space.
Come on pretty, I'm up tonight.