| Mark Jardenski |
| Well he drove away from Quincy, MA On the day he turned nineteen And he rocked the boat, and he roamed the land But the air force was his dream So he hopped into a fighter jet And he never turned around And that's how Mark Jardenski Got a bird's eye view of town Mark Jardenski learned to fly He got drunk on the train, talkin' trash was again, Riding back on the Fourth of July Well he'd probably be the president By the age of forty-two If he could just stay sober Long enough to pay his dues He'd love to visit Boston But the tellers know his face And it's only been a month or two Since he got kicked off the train [CHORUS] Well he'd die to change the world And he'd probably get the girl If he'd only say goodbye But he won't Cause he can't find his keys [CHORUS] |