They took you out on a last ride to the deserts of Mexico They'd put you away for a long sleep in a hangar in Alamo
Big Flo I'm on your side Big Flo I won't let you down Big Flo on your last ride Swing low, adios Big Flo
Born in the year of the tiger Made to fill your belly up with meat Hundreds of thousands of people kicking back at 30.000 feet P&W jets, trays for smoked cigarettes an airstair for parachutes Giving wings to the crowd, being a little too loud on countless triumphant routes
Big Flo I'm on your side...
Forced to obey our makers you took a dive in a cloud of sand Robbed by your former glory like a giant washed up on land