Nick Lowe - (I Want to Build a) Jumbo Ark lyrics

I want to build a jumbo ark A stretch 747 And with the grace of God I will win my place in heaven Mr. Boeing can you hear me now? Way up there in Seattle You better sit your big self down ‘Cause I'm about to make your phone line rattle Get busy with your peppy team And your compa** and protractor ‘Cause I'm sent here to contract ya To construct this winged thing I want to build a jumbo ark A stretch 747 And with the grace of God I will win my place in heaven We're talking ‘bout an aquaplane With its floats made out of liners And a hold like Carolina For the load it must contain Don't tell me that it can't be done ‘Cause we're living in the eighties Boy we will not me mateys Unless we do this winged thing I want to build a jumbo ark A stretch 747 And with the grace of God I will win my place in heaven Information I have received From let's say higher sources That leads me to believe That heavy weather is around the bend The clouds are gonna bump and grind And down will rain destruction But with the aid of our construction We'll survive and thrive again I want to build a jumbo ark A stretch 747 And with the grace of God I will win my place in heaven I want to take the ape and the kangaroo From out the wild and out of the zoo I'm gonna have to take extra cattle and swine ‘Cause the beasts on each other do love to dine Every fish, fowl, thing that howl Will all be kicking up a hell of a row When I build a jumbo ark A stretch 747 And with the grace of God I will win my place I want to build a jumbo ark A stretch 747 And with the grace of God I will win my place in heaven And with the grace of God I will win my place in heaven And with the grace of God I will win my place in heaven