Lyrics
There are so many times we crashed and burned,
Seems like the Colonel would finally learn
Our Russian jets don't make good submarines;
We fly out to protect our nation,
And use seat bottoms for flotation,
The water's warm and we're good swimmers, too.
So kiss me and smile for me,
Call my folks in Tripoli,
Tell them that Qadhafi made me go,
I'm Libyan on a jet plane,
Don't know if I'll be back again,
Mu'ammar, I hate to go,
Aircraft carrier J-F-K
Come to blow our chemical plants away,
But we keep telling 'em it's just pharmaceutical,
Kiss me and pray for me,
Bow down to the east for me,
Kneel and sweetly kiss my butt good-by,
I'm Libyan on a jet plane,
Don't know if I'll be back again.