The Concorde blues

Please fasten your champagne, We are taking off
The Concorde blues will take care of your love
And dreams supersonic will wake up the night
Unknown destination of destiny flight

We hardly left Paris, arrived in New York
Went out for a walk and were home before dark
Well that is a life we adore and enjoy
All while being watched eating our chop Choy

The Concorde blues
Come as blue as the sky
No more does the Concorde fly
No Concorde flight in the sky
An neither of either do I
The Concorde blues

The dreams are on credit which is not for free
There wasn’t a color that we didn’t see
Enjoying the comfort of our leader seats
The pilots were wolves and we were the meat

A steak of mad cow won a Michelin star
Confessed to be horse, later drunk at the bar
It has been fabulous so high in the sky
And faster than bullets, I tell you no lie

The Concorde blues come as blue as the sky
No more does the Concorde fly
The Concorde blues will get you no high
No more Concorde high in the sky
The Concorde blues. No fly and no high
And neither of either do I

They have chained you up in a little garage
And with you our dreams of all progress so far
You French and you British, now please do grow up
Our children are asking: Who fucked it all up?

Tsjarlie Tsjapling en Dirk van Babylon