My Bomber Jacket
Tonight is my big night and you know I’m going out on the town with my bomber jacket. Hand in pocket, the only way to fly. All the chicks say “hey” when I walk by. No one can resist my bomber jacket. I make an explosion when I enter Tommy’s Bar and Grill. People drop their daiquiris and stare, what can you do. You get lucky when you fly dangerously. That is how to impress. Don’t forget to pack your parachute, I keep mine right here in my sleeve pocket.