Hello, I`m the aircrash bureau
I bet you`re so surprised to see me
I could specialise in rumours
I`ll send shivers up your spine
Pilot, back, I need my squadron
I was flying before D-day
Now I`m warning you of falling
I`ll tell you when you`re going down
Sometimes I get these questions
It reminds me of the skin game
We used to stand around on corners
Saying `well here we are again`
So now she motions closer
Now that`s what I call romance
Someone`s calling me but vaguely
You need the feeling not the man