Listen, I'm on the car phone giving up
You were born to make my day
Everybody's got a one-way ticket
But I won't be part of it, no, no, no sir
You've caught up everything
That you could have loved
You should have talked about it
All the things you wanted wouldn't have made no sense
When you break in the house, she's picking up
All the lingerie and party things
You never knew that your world could bring you
Down so low in a camisole
If I was born just once again
I'd wish the world to be agog
In the wide-eyed sense
But you'd only make it worse
If you've far traveled, if all else fails
Then, baby, join the Mile High Club
If you've far traveled, if all else fails
Then maybe join the Mile High Club
In the back of your brain, there's a DJ playing
The songs above on the stereo
FM, AM, transistor radio
You could learn to love
But you're so scared of the love
That you'll be throwing back has just gone
Hold on
Just because you're a little bit stupid
I've got the sinners picking out the dirt from my toes
I'd like to be the one that nobody knows
But that graffiti behind your sneeze, oh, oh, you're
Just as pleased to see me
Won't you wait for somebody else?
I've got a first-class ticket to get you out of here
Better than Hawaii Central, babe
Just be patient
And all you need is three words, baby
If you've far traveled, if all else fails
Then, baby, join the Mile High Club
If you've far traveled, if all else fails
Then maybe join the Mile High Club
Join the Mile High Club (x4)
You were born to make my day
Everybody's got a one-way ticket
But I won't be part of it, no, no, no sir
You've caught up everything
That you could have loved
You should have talked about it
All the things you wanted wouldn't have made no sense
When you break in the house, she's picking up
All the lingerie and party things
You never knew that your world could bring you
Down so low in a camisole
If I was born just once again
I'd wish the world to be agog
In the wide-eyed sense
But you'd only make it worse
If you've far traveled, if all else fails
Then, baby, join the Mile High Club
If you've far traveled, if all else fails
Then maybe join the Mile High Club
In the back of your brain, there's a DJ playing
The songs above on the stereo
FM, AM, transistor radio
You could learn to love
But you're so scared of the love
That you'll be throwing back has just gone
Hold on
Just because you're a little bit stupid
I've got the sinners picking out the dirt from my toes
I'd like to be the one that nobody knows
But that graffiti behind your sneeze, oh, oh, you're
Just as pleased to see me
Won't you wait for somebody else?
I've got a first-class ticket to get you out of here
Better than Hawaii Central, babe
Just be patient
And all you need is three words, baby
If you've far traveled, if all else fails
Then, baby, join the Mile High Club
If you've far traveled, if all else fails
Then maybe join the Mile High Club
Join the Mile High Club (x4)