THE FLIGHT TO EL PASO
Sit back, relax, for here he goes,
Skimming the clouds at four hundred miles.
Speeding their way to El Paso,
Where dancing girls flash their smiles.
It's back to where he feels good,
Soaring high above the Salton Sea,
Back to a gal who likes Hollywood,
A girl, with whom, he wants to be.
A gal, whose name he shan't reveal,
Whose hair can shine in any light,
A gal with plenty of sex appeal,
Who always makes his day so bright.
There's more to her than he can tell,
But he hopes, someday, to know her well,
And being away from her is hell,
Oh, he hopes to hold her 'cause she's so swell.