O the open aired passenger, his chin moved up the left O the open aired passenger, his brain fell out his head His wife in pink, what did she think As she held his remainder in her hands Scrambling over the seat for the largest pieces of his skull What he surely cant afford to lose O the captain of 123, a plane he no longer could steer O the captain of 123, before the mountains appeared The flight control, what did they know As their charge just kept right on hovering And the girl on board, what did she know As she heard her mother whispering Do not be afraid, well be alright And the barber of New Orleans, the day the raining began O the barber of New Orleans, when the levee gave in No saints came marching out, no booming voices from above But he had nary a doubt For he ohsooften was told of love By the good book that guided his land And they all said Do not be afraid, well be alright
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