Out on runway number nine big 707 set to go
But I’m stuck here in the grass where the cold wind blows
Now, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Well, there she goes, my friend, well she’s rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar - see the silver bird on high
She’s away and westward bound - far above the clouds she’ll fly
Where the morning rain don’t fall and the sun always shines
She’ll be flying o’er my home in about three hours time
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You can’t jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
So, I’d best be on my way in the early morning rain
You beat me to this. After years of listening to this song, I was pleasantly surprized when I got to actually see one of these at the Smithsonian Air and Space museum in DC (the one on the mall, not Udvar-Hazy). Very cool to see in person (and a bit smaller than I was expecting). I had to see if I could identify the “clustered R4M quartets”