©1998, Danny Taddei

They paid me cash so I didn’t ask

As I headed off towards the swan

At ten feet high you really fly

With no transponder on

My wing-tips made the water boil

As the shrimp boats dragged a net

When I took this job it was sink or swim

Either way there’s no regrets

Now the clouds are low and the ground is high

And I’m looking for the mark

Been running nearly seven hours

And I’m almost out of dark

I’ve heard them say they’d give you away

Before they take the heat themselves

But the man paid 100k to fly

His cargo fast and stealth

The rule of thumb is you just act dumb

If you ever catch the heat

You make bail get paid get a fake ID

And you’re back out on the street

When they paid my bill it was half the thrill

But the game is half the fun

I moved half a ton and now I’m on the run

I got my money in the Turks and I live on the run

But it’s the only job for a pirate

It’s a 21st century mistake

It’s a last job for a pirate

Too much too quick to fast to hard to late.