They took you out on a last ride
to the deserts of Mexico
They'd put you away for a long sleep
in a hangar in Alamo
Big Flo I'm on your side
Big Flo I won't let you down
Big Flo on your last ride
Swing low, adios Big Flo
Born in the year of the tiger
Made to fill your belly up with meat
Hundreds of thousands of people
kicking back at 30.000 feet
P&W jets, trays for smoked cigarettes
an airstair for parachutes
Giving wings to the crowd,
being a little too loud
on countless triumphant routes
Big Flo I'm on your side...
Forced to obey our makers
you took a dive in a cloud of sand
Robbed by your former glory
like a giant washed up on land
Big Flo I'm on your side...