Oh the open aired passenger
His chin moved up to the left
Oh the open aired passenger
His brain fell out of his head
And his wife in pink
What did she think
As she held his remainder in her hand?
Scrambling over the seat
For the largest pieces of his skull
Which he surely can't afford to lose
Oh the captain of one, two, three
A plane he no longer could steer
Oh the captain of one, two, three
Before the mountains appeared
The flight control
What did they know?
As their charts just kept right on hovering
And the girl on board
What did she know?
As she heard her mother whispering,
Do not be afraid. We'll be alright.
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And the barber of New Orleans
The day the raining began
Oh the barber of New Orleans
When the levy gave in
No saints came marching out
No booming voices from above
But he had nary a doubt
For he oh so often was told of love
By the good book that guided his life
And they all said,
Do not be afraid. We'll be alright.
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