play my music too loud
eat dinners after midnight
stay up all night painting and enjoying the finer things the bachelor life affords
up all night writing and casting an evil eye on anybody who disturbs me
plenty of disturbed already and I don’t need any help
too entrenched in the solo life and my plane doesn’t have an extra seat
it’s a one-seater like those old world war I planes
sorry, no room babe
everytime I go up I might crash and burn
only remember to bring a parachute half the time
if I need to bail out over no man’s land
but there are times when I feel a little lonesome
and set my plane down in the fields and poppies
willing to leave my freedom and bi-plane behind
looking for love in verdun but there just ain’t none
searching for suzie samantha cynthia or simone at the somme
hoping to meet up with marie monique madelyn or michelle at the marne
soon the enemy is coming over the hill with their cannons booming
artillery shells flying all around me
and it’s time to take the sopwith camel
back into the air with a dash of flair -- scarf flying laughing at danger; devil may care
looking out for the red baron coming out of the blinding yellow sun
