I wanna meet a king like a vintage 48
I wanna meet the fat one,
When my time has come, babe,
Flying high, right as in the sky,
Flying high, right as in the sky,
I wanna meet the chiefs, yeah,
I wanna meet all the scouts
cause I know where they'll be
We're all part of the injured family
Flyin' high, right as in the sky,
Flyin' high, right as in the sky,
through the state of mind
I'm only in a certain state of
When I go to heaven, hot, hot heaven
I'll have a drink with Elvis
while Marlon's on his way
We're dressin' up in style
On that freeway in the sky
Flying high, right as in the sky
Flying high, right as in the sky
Oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -o h -oh
-oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -o h -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh