July, Sunday, 9 to 5A line came up the driveMore curious than aliveA pilot, turn on the auto pilotNo need to switch your dialNo need to look out in the skyChaos at the airport tonightMysterious message from the 99th flightJust like super, super, super eyeBut it's a supersonic funny coming out of spaceCome on pretty, hey, but tonightOopsie, I can't believe my eyesGoddess rolled the diceIn fact, it looks very niceThe tower, time to take a showerWe'll take less than my moneyWe'll take less than our hoursNothing remarkable insideChaos at the airport tonightMysterious message from the 99th flightJust like super, super, super eyeBut it's a supersonic funny coming out of spaceCome on pretty, hey, but tonightCome on pretty, hey, but tonightChaos at the airport tonightraiSonic, come and out of space.Come on pretty, I'm up tonight.