PLAYPLAYA E F#m A E F#m The engines spit out fire, I’m pushed back in my chair A E F#m E The pressure gives me thrills as we climb in the air A E F#m A E F#m And I love to watch the clouds, and the mountains and the sky A E F#m E Swish around a cocktail the stewardess brings by F#m E Lord, . . . this is the life for me F#m E Lord, oh Lord,this is the life for me D A E A E F#m But I don’t wanna die in an air disaster, D A E F#m I don’t wanna die on a plane ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A E F#m A E F#m Well, I fishtail through the lanes, and I make my tires squeal A E F#m E Power at my feet, and glory at the wheel A E F#m A E F#m And I wind the windows down, let the wind blow through my hair A E F#m E God knows where I’m going, but me, I don’t care F#m Lord, . . . this is the life for me Lord, oh Lord, this is the life for me But I don’t wanna die in a freeway pile-up I don’t wanna die on the road ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, I’m young and I’m pretty, and I wanna stay that way Wanna be desirable until my dying day I don’t wanna be bedridden, an old and bitter sage Have the nurses saying I’m young for my age « He’s young for his age » Oh, Lord . . . don’t let me go that way, Lord, oh Lord, don’t let me go that way No, don’t make me go like a fading chorus Don’t make me fade like a song Lord, . . . have mercy on your son Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord have mercy on me ‘cause I don’t wanna die in an air disaster And I don’t wanna die in a freeway pile-up And I don’t wanna go like a fading chorus And I don’t wanna die for no good reason And I just wanna go on and on
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