Jerry was high in a plane
The jet was full of cocaine
Thugs held their guns coercing
He nosed the Beachcraft down
Heading straight for a Texas town
He made his landing
Inside a gray hangar

He was forced to do this for work
When his wife was kidnapped by jerks
Wearing him down, he soon gave in
But they had yet to see
How he'd seek revenge

He knew the streets of the town
Relatives lived all around
Surely he could form a plan
By chance he saw his cousin
He looked concerned motioning to him
Without much time to explain
He made a gun with his hand

So Jerry's cousin Ben went to work
With a knife, and a gun he lurked
Sneaking around, the back tail fin
Where the thugs couldn't see
While he sneaked on in

And with his Uzi
Hid behind his blue jeans
Ben shot the drug thugs blind

Ben and Jerry called the drug lord spurned
For his wife his plane was returned
Planting a bomb in the tail fin
Now you can prob'ly see
How they wreaked tevenge

You can prob'ly see
How they wreaked revenge

You can prob'ly see
How they wreaked revenge