Plane props keep fallin' in my bed
They fall from the sky and very soon I might be dead
They don't seem to quit
Those plane props are fallin' in my bed, they keep fallin'

So I just did me some talkin' to a nun
And she said it's better not to stay, it's best to run
Might be shish-kabobbed
Those plane props are fallin' in my bed, they keep fallin'

But ev'rywhere I go
The fuselage that greets me wants to crease me
It won't be long till some big plane part finally pleats me

Plane props keep fallin' in my bed
Promising you'll never see me soaring overhead
Flyin's not for me
'Cause they can't afford to fly a plane with their trainin'
Because it's cheap
That's what's worryin' me

[flying solo]

It seems so wrong that wreckage hopes I will soon deceased be

Plane props keep fallin', enough said!
Just last week a Cessna engine pulverized my shed
Like a big frisbee
And I wish that they would keep their planes in the hangar
My house upkeep
It's what's buryin' me