You can dig yourself a tunnel like a maggot in the mud,
But when I push this yellow button, it's bound to vaporize your blood.
So don't Miss church on Sunday, 'cause come Monday,
You can kiss your ass goodbye.

'Cause when I'm in My F-4 Phantom, there ain't no place you can go.
When I'm in My F-4 Phantom, there ain't no place you can go.

You can douse out your headlights and jam it into park,
But It won't make me no difference, I can see you In the dark.
So kiss your love discreetly, then say sweetly,
"I'm bound to miss your ass...goodbye."

Well, we'll send along some napalm, and ya'll whip up some sauce,
And we'll just barbeque your enemies, It ain't be no big loss.
And If that don't rebuke 'em,
you can nuke 'em, nuke 'em, nuke 'em.
So if you own real estate strategic In nature,
Then buddy, F-4 is the proper nomenclature.
Just send along the black gold and send along some bread,
And you'll receive a fighter-bomber that'll knock your neighbors dead
.
'Cause when I'm in My F-4 Phantom, there ain't no place you can go.
When I'm in My F-4 Phantom, there ain't no place you can go.

'Cause this is one old bloodhound no one can out-fox,
You know he'll run you down and eat you 'cause that's how he gets his rocks.
So roll your baby in the clover, then bend over,
And kiss your ass goodbye.