Music by Elton John, Words by Dr. Torgo
What's that up in the sky?
There on the end of a rope?
Who's that guy in the cockpit?
I should have known, it's that Mitchell dope
Just what the hell is he dangling?
I didn't foresee this fate
He's gonna hit my head and split it open
I try to dodge but I move, way too laaa-aaa-aaaaate . . .
I'm hit by a yellow big load
From a copter that's circlin' round
Did he take "no soup" this serious
Enough to be wanting me drowned?
I think on back to my dinner with him
I should have been more polite
Oh I'm finally regretting my soupy lies
Here comes the yellow big load
Oh great, what do we do boss?
This guy isn't so much fun
I saw him down a few vodka and tonics
Then go and get your harpoon gun
Maybe I'll get fed to the sharks
I'm just so much chum in the sea
We fed him, and now he's just stronger
I'll see you in hell boss, it's the end of me-eeee-eeeee . . .
I'm hit by a yellow big load
From a copter that's circlin' round
Did he take "no soup" this serious
Enough to be wanting me drowned?
I think on back to my dinner with him
I should have been more polite
Oh I'm finally regretting my soupy lies
Here comes the yellow big load
