My man's a pilot on the Birmingham airplane line
   I say my man's a pilot on the Birmingham airplane line
   When he comes to see me, my man sure comes a flying
   I know that my flying man ain't true to me
   I know that my flying man ain't true to me
   But he's as true as any man can be
   He takes me flying, flying, right up to the sky
   He takes me flying, flying, right up to the sky
   When I'm riding with my man, lord, he rides me so high
  
   First he turns me over then he starts to loop the loop
   First he turns me over then he starts to loop the loop
   Takes a long long time till his whoops begin to droop
   He flies me slow, he flies me fast
   And I'm hoping, I'm praying he don't run out of gas
   So if he ain't true, there's nothing I'm gonna say
   Cause I ain't gonna let him burn that good flight away