I want to build a jumbo ark
A stretch 747
And with the grace of God
I will win my place in heaven
Mr. Boeing can you hear me now?
Way up there in Seattle
You better sit your big self down
‘Cause I’m about to make your phone line rattle
Get busy with your peppy team
And your compass and protractor
‘Cause I’m sent here to contract ya
To construct this winged thing
I want to build a jumbo ark
A stretch 747
And with the grace of God
I will win my place in heaven
We’re talking ‘bout an aquaplane
With its floats made out of liners
And a hold like Carolina
For the load it must contain
Don’t tell me that it can’t be done
‘Cause we’re living in the eighties
Boy we will not me mateys
Unless we do this winged thing
A stretch 747
And with the grace of God
I will win my place in heaven
Mr. Boeing can you hear me now?
Way up there in Seattle
You better sit your big self down
‘Cause I’m about to make your phone line rattle
Get busy with your peppy team
And your compass and protractor
‘Cause I’m sent here to contract ya
To construct this winged thing
I want to build a jumbo ark
A stretch 747
And with the grace of God
I will win my place in heaven
We’re talking ‘bout an aquaplane
With its floats made out of liners
And a hold like Carolina
For the load it must contain
Don’t tell me that it can’t be done
‘Cause we’re living in the eighties
Boy we will not me mateys
Unless we do this winged thing
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