We're sitting on the runway while the engines blow   Our 747's gonna get the go   I look across the field and see another jet   In the cockpit is my buddy and we got a bet   The tower gives the signal and we start to roll   But I'll make him eat my smoke before the story's told      Draggin' draggin' cross the U.S.A.   Draggin' draggin' from New York to L.A.      At 40.000 feet the weather's lokking fine   I'm waiting for the stew to bring my glass of wine   The nose is headed right into the setting sun   The throttle's open wide to let the horses run   I'd like to take it easy on this easy ride   But I see my buddy gaining on the starboard side      Draggin' draggin' cross the U.S.A.   Draggin' draggin' from New York to L.A.      It's tougher on the people riding back in coach   But I've got to beat my buddy to the final approach   Now we're both into the pattern and we're cleared to land   If I touch her down before him I'll collect a grand   The flaps are all secured and now we're homing in   And my 747 baby's gonna win      Draggin' draggin' cross the U.S.A.   Draggin' draggin' from New York to L.A.