The engines spit out fire, I'm pushed back in my chair   The pressure give me thrills as we climb in the air   And I love to watch the clouds, and the mountains, and the sky   Swish around a cocktail the stewardess brings by      Lord this is the life for me   Lord, oh Lord this is the life for me   But I don't wanna die in a airdisaster   I don't wanna die on a plane      Well I fishtail through the lanes , and I make my tires squeal   Power at my feet and the glory at the weel   And I wind the windows down    Let the wind blow through my hair   God knows where I'm going, but me, I don't care      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 'till 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      Oh Lord have mercy on your son    Lord, oh Lord have mercy on me   'Cause I don't wanna die in an airdisaster   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