Intro: Here I sit in this airplane Couldn't get much higher Don't mind being high just don't like to fly Sweats pouring down my face Pouring down my spine I don't like to take off but worse is landing, yeah Here we go were all gonna die now I know What goes up must come down that's for sure Please take my hand We're about to land Here we ride in this tin cigar Floating on a cotton cloud No strings attached and no sight of ground Sweats pouring down my cheeks Pouring down my legs I don't like to take off but worse is landing, yeah Here we go were all gonna die now I know What goes up must come down that's for sure Please take my hand We're about to land I pushed the button and I closed my eyes Waiting for the stewardess to bring gin, tonic, and ice Here we go were all gonna die now I know What goes up just must come down that's for sure Please take my hand We're about to land We're about to land We're about to land We're about to land