Helicopter - Morten Abel

I came with the season of the colour

The making of the dollar

The future and the preacher words of clowns

The preacher words of clowns

I came from the city made of sulfer

My breath smells of vinegar

No respect, I forgot the gallipot

Forgot the gallipot

I’m always in some kind of mire… mire

And I want to try to get higher

Helicopter

I call it the freeway

Look what money can buy

Some men prefer to sail the sea

I call it the aerospace

I went as president of Amerika

With flashes of cameras

I can’t wait to get home to my mama

To get home to my mama

I went lifted up by a propeller

I brought my umbrella

If I wanted to jump off in the night

To jump off in the night

I’m always in some kind of mire… mire

I want to buy not hire

Some men prefer to sail the sea

Helicopter

Some men prefer to sail the sea

I call it the freeway

Some men prefer to sail the sea

Look what money can buy

Some men prefer to sail the sea

I call it the aerospace

Some men prefer to sail the sea

Look what money can buy

Some men prefer to sail the sea

Some men prefer to sail the sea

I like to fly

I like to fly

I die as a happy fella

Distant suns and stellas

Twinkling like helicopter flies

Some men prefer to sail the sea

Some men prefer to sail the sea

I call it the freeway

Some men prefer to sail the sea

Look what money can buy

Some men prefer to sail the sea

Some men prefer to sail the sea

Some men prefer to sail the sea

Look what money can buy