They wind me up and let me go
My time is coming soon you know"
Of passengers and bags and crew
To prove how good I am to you"
Meanwhile in the cargo of escargot
The temperature is rising
Advertising that our time is running
Down, down, down, down, down
Oh with just one minute to live
Oh, no you'll never get me up in one of these again
Cause what goes up must come
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Oh, the gravity of the situation
That keeps this thing in operation
But we're gonna crash that's for certain
The pilot is too busy flirtin'
That there's a bomb down there
And if he don't do something it's curtains
"If you were just to hold my hands
And jumbo would be safe to land"
From Chattanooga to Japan
I taxi through the airways
What a swell little plane
What a great little plane
And though my fuse is burning slow
Must keep my date to detonate
Goodbye, ta ta, and cheerio