Put the Concorde Back Into the Air
No matter how much it costs, I do not care.
Please put the Concorde back into the air.
If not, then just fire me out of a big gun.
I want to get to either Paris or London.
There is a little girl waiting for me.
On the continent of Europe is where she will be.
I want to get to the other side of the Atlantic.
I have been both impatient and frantic.
I want to buy my ticket and get on board.
That pretty little woman will be my reward.
Fly me at double the speed of sound.
The other side is where I will be bound.
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