Letra de (I Want to Build A) Jumbo Ark
I want to build a jumbo ark A stretch 747 And with the grace of God I will win my place in heavenMr. Boeing can you hear me now? Way up there in Seattle You better sit your big self down 'Cause I'm about to make your phone line rattleGet busy with your peppy team And your compass and protractor 'Cause I'm sent here to contract ya To construct this winged thingI want to build a jumbo ark A stretch 747 And with the grace of God I will win my place in heavenWe're talking 'bout an aquaplane With its floats made out of liners And a hold like Carolina For the load it must containDon't tell me that it can't be done 'Cause we're living in the eighties Boy we will not me mateys Unless we do this winged thingI want to build a jumbo ark A stretch 747 And with the grace of God I will win my place in heavenInformation I have received From let's say higher sources That leads me to believe That heavy weather is around the bendThe clouds are gonna bump and grind And down will rain destruction But with the aid of our construction We'll survive and thrive againI want to build a jumbo ark A stretch 747 And with the grace of God I will win my place in heavenI want to take the ape and the kangaroo From out the wild and out of the zoo I'm gonna have to take extra cattle and swine 'Cause the beasts on each other do love to dine Every fish, fowl, thing that howl Will all be kicking up a hell of a rowWhen I build a jumbo ark A stretch 747 And with the grace of God I will win my placeI want to build a jumbo ark A stretch 747 And with the grace of God I will win my place in heavenAnd with the grace of God I will win my place in heaven And with the grace of God I will win my place in heaven